Golden Greenery

"Master Jiu, I don't think what you say is objective. My diving is still very realistic." Zhuo Yang looked unconvinced.

Inzaghi did not refute him, but continued his popular science. "The second level is to be able to deceive your opponent, which is a bit more advanced."

"The opponent is your enemy. Even if you are really kicked down by him, he will think you are pretending. Therefore, how to deceive your opponent is not just a performance, but a science."

"How to use suppressed grief and anger to induce the remaining conscience in the heart of a cruel opponent? How to use overwhelming pain to turn this conscience into guilt? How to make him feel indebted to you for ninety minutes? Zhuoyang, football is It is a science, including diving, and it pays attention to singing, chanting, sitting and fighting."

Zhuoyang was convinced. He thought of the Unterhaching striker Coppado who was tricked by him five years ago. It seems that I haven’t been in touch with this guy for a long time. I heard Mad Dog say a while ago that he was in Hoffenheim and couldn’t play in the game.

"Master Jiu, you must be a master of diving at this level."

‘Tsk~’ Inzaghi let out an inaudible chuckle. "Being able to deceive your opponent is indeed considered a skill, and you can barely be considered a master. However, there is no limit to learning, and you have to search high and low. In the face of the real realm, what does this mean?"

"Then... what is the true state of flopping?"

"If you want to deceive others, first deceive yourself!" Master Jiu said: "The real art is to be able to deceive oneself."

"You must firmly believe that you are a porcelain doll that will break at the touch of a touch. You must believe from the bottom of your heart that you have a soft girl's heart. Your opponent rushes towards you, not to prepare for a foul, but to violate you. Violating your virginity.”

"You have lost your pure body, you have been defiled by dirty opponents, you have lost your holiness, you are desperate for this world, and you have no hope for life. There is no greater sadness than death. At this time, the expression in your eyes It’s no longer anger and sadness, but a kind of abandonment and emptiness, and your desperate death permeates the entire stadium.”

"This is the highest level of flopping. When you reach this level, it is no longer a flop, your art has been sublimated. Every time you fall, you are dedicating yourself to art. This has become a real flop. "

Zhuo Yang was dumbfounded when he heard this: Mr. Jiu is pretending to be bigger than the basin.

"So..." Inzaghi showed a kind smile: "I never fake, every time I fall, it's true."

"Jiuye... As the saying goes, you can only talk without practicing tricks. What you said is so miraculous, why not show me an example to open my eyes to Xiao Zhuo."

Inzaghi's smile became enigmatic again. "Zhuoyang, you are a wonderful person. I like you. Today Pibo will let you see what the highest level of flopping is, life and death!"

They fell behind in the away game, but the old and young men didn't panic. They still followed the pre-match plan and started a control battle with Everton. They are all veteran football players who know that when playing against Premier League teams, they must not rush in like them and disrupt the fight.

After Yancu stole the ball in the backcourt, he did not rush to counterattack, but handed it over to Pirlo for planning and organization. Arteta came to harass, but Pi Shao did not bother and pushed the football to Zhuo Yang.

Today, Zhuoyang and Kaka play as a double attacking midfielder. They can also be regarded as two attacking midfielders. Behind them are Gattuso and Pirlo, and in front are Jiuye and Pato. The defense is from right to left with Bonemayan, Dida is still resting, and Karachi has started consecutively recently.

Zhuoyang encountered a double-team from Neville and Carsley.

He didn't force the ball and instead knocked it sideways to Kaká, who was running on the left. Everton's midfield defense is very particular, and Cahill did not leave any room for Kaka to speed up.

Inzaghi started. Although his steps were not fast, he cleverly ran across from the ribs. Just waiting for Kaká to pass the ball, he countered offside and pierced the defense.

Kaka did not disappoint Jiu Ye. He feinted with a few steps and then used his toes to poke a diagonal pass from Cahill's crotch. Inzaghi turned around, and the linesman ran down. Zhuoyang opened his eyes wide.

The ball comes to the man, and Everton center back Joseph Yabo sticks closely to Inzaghi on the inside.

The vice-captain of the Asian 2 national team, Li Weifeng failed to gain a foothold at Everton six years ago precisely because he suffered a complete defeat in the competition with him. Six years have passed, and Yabo has already become an outstanding Premier League central defender who combines experience and strength.

Yabo has lingering fears for Inzaghi. A week ago, the thin and short Jiu Ye pushed a first-level assist from his head from behind. This was simply a shame and humiliation, similar to being dunked in the NBA. It would be fine if he lost to a world-famous player like Inzaghi in the running and grabbing of points, but it is really annoying to suffer such a huge blow in a head-to-head encounter.

Yabo was very smart. He stuck Inzaghi on the inside so that he could not cross or shoot. Although Inzaghi pretended to shoot several times, he also deceived him, but Yabo returned to his normal defensive posture in an instant.

Inzaghi made a false shot for the third time, then dropped the ball again and made a movement with his shoulder to seize the position. Yabo quickly stretched his legs and arms, but Yinzaji fell down in response. He was in so much pain that he almost died.

Yabo was stunned! Zhuo Yang was also stupid!

The Spanish referee Raos blew his whistle tightly and rushed to the scene of the incident. He raised his hand and received a yellow card.

Zhuo Yang's head was filled with black threads: Master Jiu, isn't this too fake? Not to mention the referee, not even a dog can fool him?

Yabo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Inzaghi sat on the ground with his head lowered as if looking for a crack in the ground. There was no contact between him and Yabo at all. Not only was there no contact, but the frequency and position were wrong. This flop couldn't be more fake.

"Master Jiu, this...are you showing me the wrong moves?"

"Mistakes, pure mistakes, you know, people always make... horses always make... flowering... mistakes."

"Actually, if you just forced a shot, you might have it. If you fall like this, I'm afraid you will have to take off your pants...the gain outweighs the loss." Zhuo Yang said.

"I told you it was a mistake. Is it strange that I am so old?" Inzaghi blushed but remained calm. "Wait a minute and I'll show you a real diving at the highest level, trust me!"

"Don't believe it! Don't turn around and get punished if you fail to fall properly. The cavalry team is reluctant to scold you. You know it was me who instigated it. Humph, I don't want to be quiet for half a month." Zhuo Yang looked at Inzaghi in his eyes. It’s full of the word ‘talkative’. "Besides, we don't lack penalty kicks. We can win if we play normally, so why bother!"

"Zhuoyang, what you said hurt my heart. I'm very sad. I have to throw myself down today to let you know that Pibo is not just a talker."

"You have the ability to score a hat trick? I believe you are not a talker."

Inzaghi: "..."