Violent striker

( ) "The game has finally begun."

After landing on the ground, Yang Mo closed his eyes, muttered silently in his heart, then turned around and quickly ran back to the half court.

For Yang Mo, tonight is his first step on the basketball stage.Those previous duels might not even count as appetizers.

At the same time, Zhou Yiyi, who was sitting on the rostrum, cheered very excitedly, kept shouting Yang Mo's name for a while, and did not forget to say to her father: "Dad, was this beautiful ball just now?"

Zhou Wenhai had black lines on his face, the better Yang Mo played, the more unhappy he would be.He wholeheartedly objected to his daughter being associated with a basketball player.If this spread, it would be too embarrassing for him.

At this time, the offense and defense of the game have come to halftime. ** was squeezed to the ground by Yang Mo's back-up single, feeling very unconvinced.He relies on strength to eat. Although he is a little older now, is his strength still there?Now being knocked down by an unknown little man, how can he swallow this breath?

So, when ** returned to the half court, Yang Moshen got stuck and asked for the ball.

As soon as he got stuck, Yang Mo squeezed hard.The two forces collided, and he immediately understood Yang Mo's strength, which surprised him, because he couldn't gain the upper hand at all, and he was even a little unstable.If it wasn't for the advantage of height and weight, he would have been squeezed out long ago.

The strength of ** has always been the top existence in the country. Tang Zhengdong of the cba, that is, the Jiangsu team, can wrestle with him.

** stretched out for the ball, Liu Wei hurriedly passed it, and now everyone on the court knew that ** was going to get back the field, so they all pulled away and let the two fight one-on-one.

At the moment when the basketball was about to be caught by **, Yang Mo suddenly turned around and quickly walked around in front of **... Crack!

Before the old man could react, the basketball that was close at hand was suddenly interrupted, and then he saw Yang Mo rushing out, patting the ball that belonged to him and rushing towards the frontcourt.

**Hurry up to chase, but he is old after all, and his speed is not fast, Yang Mo has passed half the time before chasing two steps.Seeing that his teammates had already returned to the defense, he simply stopped and panted heavily while supporting his knees.Seeing Yang Mo running like the wind, he shook his head helplessly, and said sadly: "I'm old, I can't accept my old age."

After Yang Mo dribbled the ball and galloped across the half court, Liu Wei Yili immediately surrounded him, and he quickly passed the ball to Harris on the left.When Harris took the ball and attracted the defensive attention, he suddenly accelerated into the penalty area.

With a tacit understanding, Harris lobbed the ball high. Yang Mo watched the basketball fly, jumped up, caught the basketball in the air, and slammed it into the basket... Boom!

Yang Mo's forceful lob made the audience exclaim, this is the top five goals in the NBA.From steals to fast breaks, and then to lobs, the flow of water is as smooth as mercury.

Amidst the cheers of the audience, Yang Mo jumped back to the ground with an arrogant face, pointed at the ceiling of the gymnasium, and shouted recklessly: "No one can stop me!"

Yang Mo's roar was extremely arrogant, but it caused the audience to exclaim.

They just like this kind of arrogant players. Basketball is a passionate sport. If you are not arrogant, are you still called young people?

Compared with the Chinese player's style of playing like "boiling a frog in warm water", Yang Mo's style is of course more attractive.

Powell on the sidelines was trembling with surprise, and he kept writing line by line in his notebook: flexible footsteps, arms outstretched, keen judgment, quick subconsciousness.And most importantly, the style of play is strong. He marked three asterisks behind this sentence.

Sometimes, the dividing line between stars and ordinary players is not the skill, but the style of play.The chemical reaction brought by a strong tough player to the team is endless. Every team needs this kind of player to stabilize the morale of the army. Unfortunately, in today's league, there are fewer and fewer such players.

At this time, in the heart of the hardcore hot honey Powell, he was already imagining the scene of Yang Mo fighting side by side with Dwyane Wade.The Heat's inside line really needs such a tough bone.

He quickly turned on the dv player, he couldn't wait to record the game screen, and then quickly passed it to Mr. Pat Riley to let him know how good this kid is.

"Dad, Dad, did you see? Another dunk!" Zhou Yiyi on the rostrum excitedly tugged at Zhou Wenhai's sleeve.

Zhou Wenhai's face was ugly, but he still squeezed a smile and said, "I see."

"Is it powerful?" Zhou Yi hurriedly asked again, she desperately needed her father's approval for Yang Mo.

But Zhou Wenhai didn't want Yang Mo to be with Yiyi from the very beginning, no matter how good Yang Mo's game was, he would not be tempted, but he still said perfunctorily: "Amazing."

Seeing his father praising Yang Mo, Zhou Yiyi was even happier.

At this point, the game has continued.The Mingyang team brought the basketball to the front court. Liu Wei was a little too big when passing the ball laterally, but was directly intercepted by the sharp-eyed Harris.After Harris made the steal, he quickly made a quick break, and Yang Mo followed suit.The fast-break awareness of these two players is undoubtedly the best in the Jinding team. Before the other three players understood what was going on, the two of them had already passed halftime.

After halftime, the defensive players immediately surrounded Harris, and Harris quickly passed the ball to Yang Mo.Yang Mo took the basketball and was already one step outside the three-point line. At this moment, Yang Mo didn't hesitate at all, and took off directly... Shua!

The basketball crashed into the net and made a neat three-pointer.

When the basketball hit the net, Yang Mo still kept the shooting action, and the crowd applauded.At this time, the emotions of the audience had been aroused by Yang Mo. It took Yang Mo less than a minute to turn all the audience of more than 1 into his own fans.

This he-damn is called court temperament.

As long as Yang Mo is on the court, he has countless ways to detonate the entire court, whether it is through scoring or defending.This kind of temperament is mysterious, but it does exist.Just like Michael Jordan, no matter how many points his team trails, as long as he is on the court, fans will not lose hope.This is an innate thing, and it happens that Yang Mo also has it.

"The feeling is all back."

Yang Mo shook his fist vigorously. He was so excited that he came back when he needed it the most.

"A natural she, perfect!"

Excited, Powell hurriedly wrote this line in his notebook, he liked Yang Mo so much.Before he came, he never thought that there would be such a genius waiting for him, and he couldn't wait to watch Yang Mo put on the Miami jersey.

This guy can not only top people in the penalty area on the defensive end, but also throw three-pointers on the offensive end. Isn't this the teammate Dwyane Wade needs most?The two of them will definitely have a wonderful chemical reaction, maybe they will be the next Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen.

"Dad..." Seeing Yang Mo throw another three-pointer, Yiyi excitedly wanted to order something with her father, but Zhou Wenhai had already stood up and walked towards the toilet.