Chapter 534 The Big Competition is Coming
Yang Mo hadn't expected Carmelo Anthony to actively approach him. He had originally thought Carmelo Anthony was the type to prefer being the leader over the rest, but he'd discovered he didn't have that ambition. On second thought, though, if he'd always harbored the ambition to be the boss, who knows what would have happened if he'd come to the Knicks.
The Knicks ' winning streak continued. If last year's Knicks were a dark horse, this year they were already the reigning champions. Although Yang Mo was no longer scoring, the Knicks' offense was vastly superior to last year's, and Yang Mo's triple-double average consistently broke countless records.
Soon, the Knicks won an impressive 11-game winning streak, setting a new record and putting them far ahead of other teams in the standings, giving them the air of a champion. This success had New York fans trembling with fear, pointing their fingers and saying, "We need to win at least 60 games this year."
If they had said this last year, it would have been considered outrageous. But this year, it seemed like it was already a foregone conclusion. If they didn't win 60 games, that would be news, right?
"The Knicks are not invincible. We have found their flaws." Spoelstra, head coach of the Miami Heat, the Knicks' upcoming twelfth opponent, said confidently: "I think the Big Three will be the first to make the Knicks taste defeat."
"Everyone wants to defeat us, but every time, the facts prove that we are invincible!" Yang Mo responded to this statement with great confidence: "I used to protect the American Airlines Center, but now... I have to break through their defense. Sorry, Miami fans!"
Yang Mo was a sentimental person, so he was very reserved in his words. If it were any other team, he would have already said, "Who the hell are you? You dare challenge me with your little weight? Go away and have some fun."
Yang Mo was sentimental, and Miami fans hadn't forgotten him. Although they had acquired LeBron James and Chris Bosh, and had addressed many shortcomings, becoming a league powerhouse, in their hearts, Super Yang was always their top pick. LeBron James was merely a replacement.
“Welcome home!”
When the Knicks' special plane arrived at the Miami airport, a large number of fans still came to greet them and held up signs saying "Welcome Home." This touched Yang Mo deeply. He didn't have the heart to crush these fans' hopes, but he had to kill the Heat.
Yang Mo stayed at the airport for nearly an hour, satisfying nearly every fan's photo request. He finally left at the urging of security. After all, Yang Mo was now a superstar among superstars, and his presence was bound to attract crowds. They had already received word that frenzied fans were beginning to flock from all over Florida. For his own safety and the safety of the fans, Yang Mo finally waved goodbye.
When Yang Mo returned to his hotel and turned on the TV, it was filled with kindness. Hardly anyone was slandering him, let alone attacking him. In fact, even when New Yorkers were being most hostile to him, Miami residents were still quietly supporting him. This place truly felt like home to Yang Mo, and his sense of belonging here surpassed even that of New York.
"Maybe, in the future, I should really come back here and get a championship ring for these lovely fans."
Yang Mo muttered silently, the idea in his mind becoming more and more firm.
But this is a matter of the future after all. What he has to prepare for now is to defeat the Miami Heat, and to keep defeating the Heat, because if he wants to win the championship, he always has to defeat every opponent.
Before the game, a reporter asked LeBron James if he had the confidence to defend the victory at home. LeBron James said sourly: "Of course we are confident, but you have to know that a large part of the fans here want that guy to win. That guy has always been a city hero here . Even if he went to New York, everyone's hearts are still with him."
James' words were full of jealousy. He used to be surrounded by people, treated . But when he moved to Miami, he found that the fans there didn't see him as a savior. Although they were enthusiastic, they actually preferred someone else, simply a substitute for him. The fall from handsome and rich to poor and spare tire was not pleasant, but he had to endure it. After all, he made that decision in front of the whole country.
Soon, the evening game arrived. Before the game started, the American Airlines Center gave Yang Mo the greatest welcome, even more than the cheers for the home team players.
This made the Miami players extremely jealous, as if they were the visiting team. Especially when over 20,000 players shouted "Welcome home" in unison, the Heat players instantly felt a strong sense of loss. They weren't even welcomed by a single visiting player.
Yang Mo also waved his arms amidst the cheers. Suddenly, he remembered his time with the Heat. It was a truly passionate time.
After an opening reminiscent of Yang Mo's solo concert, the game finally officially arrived. Due to the importance of this game, over sixty media outlets worldwide were broadcasting it live or in real time. Miami's owner, chairman, and general manager were all seated in the front row, eager to test the quality of their Big Three, and the Knicks were undoubtedly the perfect test case.
If the Heat win this game, then it will temporarily prove that Pat Riley's decision to dump Yang Mo was correct. If they lose this game, then it can only be said that Pat Riley made a decision that was a huge loss.
Yang Mo didn't know what else this game meant. He only knew that if he didn't win this game, his teeth would ache with anger.
drop!
When the whistle sounded, Pat Riley and Ilgauskas jumped at the same time, but unfortunately, the center who had followed James for most of his career was too old, and he had no way of comparing his jumping ability with Tyson Chandler.
Bang!
The basketball was easily put into Yang Mo's hands. When Yang Mo received the basketball, Mario Chalmers immediately came up to him.
Back then, Qian Moss was one of Yang Mo's closest allies on the Heat, along with Beasley. Back then, Yang Mo, still a rookie, led these two freshmen to completely dismantle the veterans' prestige, forming his own small, arrogant clique. Qian Mo still feels a little emotional when he thinks back on those days. Those were almost his most passionate eras.
"Yang, I never thought that one day we would be playing against each other in the same position. In the past, you were a power forward." Mario Chalmers was carefully guarding against Yang Mo's dribbling, and at the same time he did not forget to reminisce about the past.
"Haha, maybe you can try to steal the ball from me. After all, I have only learned to control the ball for less than two years." Yang Mo laughed and teased.
Mario Chalmers shrugged helplessly: "Come on, I've seen your recent videos. You've already knocked down five players this season. I don't want to be the sixth."
"You're still as smart as before," Yang Mo praised, and suddenly rushed forward, leaving Qian Moss half a step behind. Just as Qian Moss was about to catch up, Yang Mo stopped abruptly, took advantage of Qian Moss's unstable footing, and slammed left, easily breaking through from his left. He was completely helpless against this.
There was no other way. Yang Mo's breakthrough rhythm had reached perfection. He could be called the strongest rhythm master of the new generation.
Dwyane Wade, watching Yang Mo's effortless drive, could only shake his head helplessly. He'd previously taught Yang Mo how to drive, but he'd never imagined he'd surpassed him. Even if he'd been able to accurately judge the play, he wouldn't have been able to defend it. After all, that guy's physique was that of an inside player; he could easily crush any perimeter defender with pure strength.
This is what makes Yang Mo so scary. How can he not be terrifying if his skills are as strange as a demon and his strength is as strong as a wild bear?
After Yang Mo broke through Qian Mos' defense, he instantly reached the paint inside the free throw line. At this time, Haslem quickly rushed forward, thinking that Yang Mo was going to collide with him. However, he found that Yang Mo strangely turned away. Before he could even understand what was happening, Yang Mo actually passed the ball from behind.
He saw Yang Mo's passing path, but by the time he reached out to grab the ball, it had already slipped under his crotch. He only felt a chill in his crotch, and behind him, Stoudemire leaped high, and then... BOOM!
Stoudemire slams the basketball into the hoop. This is his most common scoring method, and it's also why he ranks first in scoring with 35.6 points. His scoring is so simple; he doesn't need to think at all; he just catches the ball and dunks. When he used to play with Steve Nash, he had to run pick-and-rolls, as Nash lacked Yang Mo's offensive power and stamina. Now, he just moves around and jumps whenever he sees the ball. The ball automatically comes within his reach.
Stoudemire has announced in front of the media more than once that Super Yang is the best point guard he has ever seen.
Steve Nash had no objection to this statement. He believed that Yang Mo's passing skills were very solid, but his imagination was very imaginative. He said that Yang Mo was a combination of Stockton and Whiteside Williams, completely integrating imagination with solid skills.
Yang Mo didn't deny this. In his opinion, with an average of 17.6 assists per game, who else could he be but the best point guard? He dared to call himself second, so who the hell would dare to claim first place? Not Chris Paul, not Deron Williams, and even less so Derrick Rose and the others.
