Chapter 527: The Difficult Yang Mo
Yang Mo suddenly started trash-talking Derrick Rose, who was completely taken aback. He was stunned; he hadn't expected such a climax. And in that moment of shock, Yang Mo had already darted past him to his left. By the time he tried to stop her, it was too late. Yang Mo quickly crossed the midline, stopped abruptly two steps outside the three-point line, and then took off and shot... swish!
The basketball went in. A precise three-pointer went right through the American team's net.
If Yang Mo is a killer, then he is definitely the most dangerous one, who kills instantly with one strike of blood.
Seeing Yang Mo score so closely, Old K finally understood why he was considered the best player in the NBA. This kind of scoring was brutal, effortless, completely transcending any tactics.
He subconsciously took a deep breath and reached out to touch his bald chin. This was even more difficult than he'd imagined. FIBA's rules weren't like the NBA's, and the games weren't as long, so with Yang Mo's stamina, maintaining it for thirty or forty minutes wouldn't be a big problem. Besides, this wasn't a series where a single game would decide the outcome. Winning or losing was truly hard to predict.
For the first time, Old K lost confidence. He had a premonition that the Dream Team would be defeated here tonight.
Meanwhile, the American team had already launched their attack. They were fast, but the Chinese players ran recklessly, quickly establishing defensive positions. Yang Mo clung to Kevin Durant, denying him a single opportunity to attack. He harassed him while simultaneously trash-talking, "Do you believe I can keep you from scoring any points the entire game?"
Kevin Durant rolled his eyes at Yang Mo, thinking that Yang Mo was too arrogant.
"Think ten is too high? How about five?" Yang Mo didn't think he was arrogant at all. Instead, he lowered the price for Kevin Durant.
Durant couldn't help but feel angry when he heard this. He retorted rudely, "Do you think you are God? Just because you say I can't score five points, does that mean I can't score five points? Even Michael Jordan can't make my score less than five points."
"Unfortunately, I'm not Michael Jordan, I'm Yang Mo." Yang Mo smiled faintly, then increased his defensive strength. Then he chuckled, "Look, you can't even catch the ball now, how can you get five points? If you keep going like this, you might not even get one point!"
"You!" Durant was so angry that he raised his hands high and yelled to Rose : "Give me the ball, give me the ball!"
The US team originally used a two-point guard strategy, so how could one ball be enough in a half-court game? Now Kevin Durant had to intervene, and the entire team's offensive system had to be stopped, and then Rose lobbed the ball in.
At the exact moment Rose passed the ball, Yang Mo, who had been defending from behind, suddenly spun and circled in front of Durant. His positioning skills were truly abysmal. Once Yang Mo was in front of Durant, it was impossible for Durant to move. After all, Yang Mo possessed insane strength, incredible positioning skills, and the basketball experience of a basketball god. How could Durant possibly surpass him?
So, he could only stand behind Yang Mo and watch as Yang Mo jumped up and easily picked up the basketball.
After Yang Mo easily grabbed the basketball, he immediately launched a fast break. When he rushed at full speed, Rose and Westbrook, two guys known for their physical fitness, could only watch Yang Mo rush into the penalty area and dunk successfully.
Less than twenty seconds into the game, Yang Mo had already scored five points.
This kind of scoring explosiveness is simply unparalleled, and most importantly, he can explode anytime and anywhere, unlike some players who have to have a specific time and place to explode.
drop!
Coach K called a timeout, feeling he had to devise a strategy to deal with Yang Mo. But Yang Mo was no longer the same player who couldn't pass the ball . The only way to subdue him was to double-team him. And once you double-team him, he passes the ball, leaving other players open. This is what's called tactical destructive power. The Magic were doomed by this. The Celtics' ultimate option was to let Yang Mo score, but this was the World Championship Finals, not the second round of the Eastern Conference playoffs. This was a one-game series, and the game only lasted for forty minutes.
"Double-team! We must double-team! Iguodala, Rudy Gay, you go in and replace Westbrook and Kevin Love respectively. The other three of you have to relentlessly defend the other young players on the Chinese team. They're not scary at all, understand?" Coach K said calmly, "We need to speed up the pace on offense. We need to play a run-and-gun style!"
"But... Yang's running and gunning is also very good." At this time, Eric Gordon on the side mentioned Yang Mo's strengths in a low voice.
"Never mind, let's make adjustments first." Coach K decided to take it one step at a time. There was no time to make detailed tactical calculations for him now. After all, this was a game scene and the timeouts were limited.
Old K was a renowned coach, and he believed his reaction time allowed him to quickly adjust to changing circumstances. Unfortunately, Yang Mo wasn't a regular coach at all; he was a whiz kid. His teams were even more dynamic, their tactical shifts unpredictable, like the whims of an antelope.
Yang Mo made a substitution as soon as he returned to the sidelines: "I have a feeling the American team will make an offer for me. So next we need to use a shooter. Ju Mingxin, Gu Cheng, you guys go in. Xiao Zhang, Xiao Guo, you guys take a break."
After Yang Mo finished making personnel adjustments, the whistle sounded and the game resumed.
When the game resumed and the Chinese team took to the court, Klopp was stunned by the changed lineup: "Can this guy see into the future? How did he know I was going to double-team him? How did he know to put two shooters in?"
Old K was horrified. Yang Mo, however, continued to hound Durant, verbally attacking him relentlessly: "Weren't you trying to score? How come you couldn't even catch the ball just now? Aren't you very good? Didn't you say you were strong under FIBA rules? How come I still beat you so badly ?"
"Don't be so proud, the competition has just begun."
"You're already in such a mess right at the start. Won't it be even worse later? You're already down by five points at the start. By the end of the game, won't you be down by thirty or even forty points? This has to be the biggest loss your Dream Team has ever made, right? I'm getting a little excited just thinking about setting a record!"
"You..." Facing Yang Mo's verbal attack, Durant had no strength to fight back. His mouth was just used to smoke water pipe.
