Chapter 530 We are the champions
The two simultaneously switched styles. Coach K's intention was to slow the Chinese team down. Yang Mo, however, proactively applied the brakes. No one understood the limitations of the run-and-gun style better than he did, which was one of the reasons he drove D'Antoni out of New York City. A team that only cares about speed is doomed to failure. Everything requires a balance of tension and relaxation. A single-minded pursuit will only lead to failure.
Unfortunately, D'Antoni still doesn't understand this truth, so he still thinks he can make a comeback in the remaining three minutes.
I don't know if this is naive or stupid. Anyway, it's not smart.
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The whistle blew, and the game resumed. When Coach K saw the Chinese team's lineup, he instantly collapsed. He was practically going insane. Every tactical adjustment he made was seen through by Yang Mo, who always preempted him. This guy's on-the-spot reflexes were simply too incredible! I'm no match for him!
Old K had always been confident in his on-the-spot reflexes. He also considered himself a top-tier head coach in basketball, even looking down on some renowned NBA coaches. However, Yang Mo now made him feel powerless. He had to admit Yang Mo's strength, because not only was he invincible on the court, he could even dominate the opposing head coach.
This kind of terror was something even Michael Jordan couldn't achieve. While Michael Jordan was more formidable on the court than Yang Mo was now, his tactical execution couldn't even begin to match Yang Mo's. If Michael Jordan were an actor worthy of a Lifetime Achievement Award, then Yang Mo was now a phenomenal actor and a legendary director.
With both teams fielding conservative lineups, the game's tempo instantly became dull. The US team played with great patience, while the Chinese team also played with extreme restraint.
Soon, three minutes passed and the US team recovered two points, but they were still behind by 16 points.
This was rare in the Dream Team's history, and even more so against China. No Chinese team had ever pushed the Americans to this degree. Even if they lost this match, they would have made history. But how could Yang Mo let them lose?
At this moment, Chinese fans were excited and happy. The Chinese team had finally transcended Asia and reached the world, now capable of competing with the United States. More importantly, the average age of these players was only eighteen, meaning they had not only made history but also secured the future. If these young players were able to embarrass the United States so badly now, wouldn't they dominate FIBA once they all matured?
If there was still a small group of people who were dissatisfied with the national team for not recruiting veteran players, now, except for the veteran players themselves, everyone thinks that this was a wise and correct choice.
The fourth quarter began quickly, with both teams fielding their strongest starting lineups. However, just as the American team was about to launch a counterattack, Yang Mo finally unleashed his sword.
He first proved his presence with a three-pointer, then he directly stole the pass from Derrick Rose, and then sprinted forward and dunked.
And this is just the beginning of his scoring show.
While the US team's firepower was also ferocious, their strongest scorer was ultimately contained by Yang Mo. Yang Mo, on the other hand, was unstoppable. Coach K tried double-teaming him, but found it ineffective. Yang Mo simply called a teammate to create a hypothetical pick-and-roll, and he would simply dribble past the defense and score.
There are some players in this world who, when they get fired up, can score goals for no apparent reason, like Jamal Crawford and Nick Young. However, their spurts aren't always triggered; they're a bit of a random occurrence. Yang Mo, on the other hand, can activate his spurts at any moment . He can fire up at any time, and as long as he's strong enough, he can shoot the rim down.
The US team now lacked a single consistent scorer. At this crucial moment, they finally paid the price for their draft picks. They only had one true scorer, Kevin Durant. The rest of the roster consisted primarily of point guards and defensive forwards, most of whom were freshmen or sophomores.
By the fifth minute of the fourth quarter, the outcome was practically undecided, as Yang Mo, a dominant force, had already extended the lead to 25 points. The US team still couldn't find a way to contain Yang Mo, and their offense had also lost its edge. How could they avoid losing in this situation?
The result was no surprise. The US team won 68-95. Yang Mo scored 37 points, while his opponent, Kevin Durant, only managed a measly 2 points. He was completely frozen. It was like Stackhouse challenging Michael Jordan. Stackhouse was beaten to a pulp, and tonight he received the same treatment.
When the whistle sounded at the end of the game, the whole of China screamed. Their long-suppressed passion was finally completely vented at this moment. At this moment, they could finally shout out loudly: We are the champions.
For many basketball fans, they would never dream that the Chinese team would be able to stand on the championship podium one day, but... today the Chinese team did it, and achieved it in a way that swept everything like a king.
That's why the whole country is so excited.
On the Turkish field, the young men of the Chinese team were also in a frenzy. As soon as the game was over, they rushed over, lifted Yang Mo high up, and then kept throwing her up . They used this way to express their admiration for Yang Mo.
However, Yang Mo held the game ball tightly. This was his first world championship in his life, and he felt that he should take the ball back as a souvenir.
By the time the boys had put Yang Mo down, Coach K had already walked over. He shook Yang Mo's hand with great respect, "You're the best head coach I've ever seen. I admire all the tactical changes you've made. You completely controlled the tempo of the game tonight. I accept my defeat with complete conviction."
Coach K was very graceful, and Yang Mo smiled slightly: "I was just adjusting the tactics according to my intuition. I didn't think about controlling the rhythm."
"You actually relied on intuition?" Coach K was stunned. He had never seen a head coach manipulate a game in this way, and yet he actually won. In other words, his intuition was so terrifying that he could easily win. He was truly a genius!
"Are you interested in becoming a coach for the Knicks?" Yang Mo took advantage of Coach K's stunned expression and directly extended an invitation to him: "You should also join us. Our coaching staff needs a head coach as outstanding as you."
"I'll think about it." Coach K didn't refuse, but said he'd consider it. You know, NBA teams have offered him a contract almost every year, but without exception, he's rejected them all, choosing to stay in the NCAA, he's chosen to stay at Duke. But tonight, he seemed to waver.
"Okay, I'll wait for your good news." Yang Mo smiled. He was not in a hurry to get Coach K's answer quickly.
At this time, Derrick Rose, Westbrook, and Eric Gordon also came over. When they saw Yang Mo, they said angrily, "You stole our championship. You have to treat us tonight."
"Of course you can, but... we have to go back to the United States. I'm not used to Turkish food at all." Yang Mo said unhappily, "In fact, I've been eating instant noodles for a week."
"Are you sure you've been eating instant noodles for a week?" Westbrook said in surprise, "You ate instant noodles for a week and still managed to beat us? Where did you get your energy from?"
"Should I tell you I've been training all summer? I don't want to repeat the tragedy of last season. Now I'm very efficient in using my energy. Didn't you see that I launched my attack in the last quarter?"
"You pervert! You improve so fast every year, how can we catch up?" Eric Gordon said unhappily, and the other two nodded.
Yang Mo could only shrug his shoulders. He couldn't tell them about his cheating. After all, there was only one hexagram!
