Golden Greenery

Finally, there was no live broadcast. Maradona and Oliva stopped in time on the verge of losing control.

Zhuo Yang had already stood up and planned to clear the room by himself, leaving the room for the two of them as a temporary battlefield, but Lao Ma's control of the love scene was as proficient as his passing skills when he was young. He gave Oliva a gentle slap on her buttocks at the right time, " Snap' made her relax.

Zhuo Yang was reminded of the whip used by the driver to drive the donkey.

I don’t know whether it’s because she still has something to say or something, but Oliva is still acting coquettishly: “My nails are split, what should I do, Diego~~”

Wisdom is like an old horse. He has seen many big scenes and can handle everything with just one sentence.

"Switch to another hand and nibble, be good."

Oliva: "..."

"Brother Zhuo Yang and I haven't finished talking yet. Let him treat us to dinner later." There was no need to ask Zhuo Yang for instructions, Maradona made arrangements directly.

Zhuo Yang returned to the couch with his big belly shaking, and gave Lao Ma a thumbs up with a smile. I don’t know what he wants to praise...

Dadaizi Niu is quiet, one person is in charge of the ditch, and the old horse has a good way to control the girl. However, Oliva is not a light-hearted person. When she gnawed on the soy sauce bones just now, she tasted the taste in her mouth, but her eyes glanced at Zhuo Yang several times.

"Brother." Maradona pushed the tea cup Zhuo Yang refilled him forward with his finger. "Brother, although I'm from Argentina, I don't like drinking mate very much. It has no taste, and I just feel like peeing after drinking it." Yerba mate is a diuretic, so there's nothing wrong with it.

"Get me some beer, white is fine."

Drinking wine and not eating food, shirtless and wearing a tie. Maradona is so fierce.

White was a bit too much. Zhuo Yang called for a dozen dark beers and some snacks. He also remembered that there were two unopened boxes of Russian Black Bull cigars in his room. Knowing that Lao Ma liked this, he got up and went to get them. .

He took one out and served it to Lao Ma himself, and the rest was directly served to him.

These two boxes of cigars were originally intended to be given to An Pang, but now they are cheaper for Maradona.

Cigars and wine, blah blah blah, the old horse in the mist is racing like a living god.

Being interrupted like this, Zhuo Yang and Lao Ma took a lot of effort to recall the topics they had talked about before.

"Brother Marco, you said that I am not as good as Messi and Ronaldo. My brother is a bit dissatisfied. Please tell me how I am not as good as them."

"You don't see through them as well as them." Maradona said: "Although Messi and Ronaldo can't compare with you in terms of achievements, they are closer to the essence of football than you, and you have been playing the ball in a daze. "

"Messi, this kid... is easy to say in other aspects. His work under his feet is no worse than you and me, and that's right here..." Lao Ma pointed to his heart: "His heart is not big enough, and his character is not wild enough."

"C Ronaldo..." Lao Ma curled his lips: "He does have a big heart, and he is not lacking in momentum, but those two legs, haha, I am more flexible than him with a pestle and a crutch."

"Brother, you have no flaws. From your head to your heart to your legs, you are perfect. In terms of personal conditions, you are stronger than the two of them put together."

"But, brother, listen to my but. The flawed Messi and Ronaldo have achieved more than they should in football, but you have not."

"I'm not good at math, so I'll try my best to calculate it for you." Lao Ma said while drinking beer: "Messi and Ronaldo's personal conditions are 70 points, but they scored 80 points. Your condition is 150 points, but only scored 100 points."

"So it seems that you are indeed better than the two of them, but in fact you are not as good as them. Do you understand?"

Easy to understand and down to earth,

Zhuo Yang understood. In other words, the achievements of Messi and Ronaldo exceed their personal strength and expectations. Zhuoyang seems to have achieved more, but in fact he can do better.

Lao Ma and Bailey are two different rhetorics, but they express the same consciousness. If it was just someone's personal opinion, Zhuoyang wouldn't care, but the two world champions in the world were unanimous, so he couldn't help but not pay attention to it, although he didn't agree with this view.

"Brother Ma, I think... I have performed well..." Zhuo Yang stopped suddenly, realizing that these words were against his will. After more than ten years of career, in retrospect, there were indeed many times when I felt inadequate, but Zhuo Yang always attributed this to the inability of his teammates.

"Wait a minute, Brother Ma, let me think about it carefully, brother, what you said today is profound, brother, I have to give it a try."

Maradona's pride filled the whole room, he lit the cigar again, and took a big sip, which made his cheek veins appear.

"You can't figure it out, brother. If you can figure it out on your own, you don't have to wait until you are in your thirties." Lao Ma said, "Without an expert to give you guidance, retirement is just around the corner for a arrogant person like you."

God! The heifer has a thunder in its butt - Maradona is awesome.

Zhuo Yang, who was immediately suppressed, took action immediately. He opened another bottle of beer for the polo king with quick hands and feet, and poured a full cup with obscene techniques on the side of the cup.

"Brother Ma, you are an expert. Give me some advice." Even Oliva, the tough girl, also looked at her with special eyes: "Miss Oliva, come and eat more snacks...keep talking, don't stop talking. "

Maradona took a long sip to suppress the momentum of his cigar and said, "Brother, do you think football is a team sport or an individual sport?"

Do you even need to ask? Twenty-two people kicking one ball, is it still a personal event? But since Lao Ma asked this, it is obvious that the answer is not certain.

Zhuo Yang said hesitantly: "It should be a team sport, right?"

"It's wrong. Look, it's so wrong." Lao Ma curled his lips again. "Man, football is fundamentally an individual sport from start to finish."

"It's interesting, go on."

"Brother, this world was created by heroes. From Noah building the ark, to Prometheus stealing fire, to Jesus Christ, all walks of life are actually driven by heroes."

Pangu created the world, Nuwa mended the sky, Houyi shot the sun, Dayu controlled the floods... It seems reasonable, but aren't these all myths?

"Only mortals and mediocre people have to stick together because they are weak. The same is true for football."

"Football is an individual sport for heroes. Only mediocre people need a team. All football tactics and formations were invented because there were too few heroes and only mortals everywhere."

"Brother, I am such a hero, and so are you, but you haven't realized it yet. Bailey...so is he. Although I don't like him very much, he is a fake old man, but he does count."

"Pele and I only play our own football on the pitch. All the bullshit tactical formations are just the work of the other ten people and have nothing to do with us."

"All tactics and formations, as well as teammates and coaches, are all for heroes like me. Brother, our football is not the same thing as mortal football, and the football we play is not the same thing."

"Although Messi and Ronaldo are a little bit inferior in ability, they obviously see through this essence, so they have been working hard to play their own football, not Barcelona or Real Madrid."

"On the court, this is called personal heroism and independence. But how can mortals understand the world of heroes? Messi and Ronaldo are in the right direction. They can make the team their vassal and make the team their own. Stretch. So, they achieved more than they were capable of."

"And you, my brother, are obviously a world-class hero in football, but you have always played like a mortal. You always want to make your tactics more perfect and your formation fuller. You treat yourself as a servant and your teammates and coaches as your master."

"Brother Zhuoyang, you are the hero of the creation of the world, not the driver." The old horse looked like he hated iron.

"You never try to completely release yourself. Sometimes you will burst out occasionally, but you quickly retract into the narrow football system. This shows that you don't understand yourself and you don't understand football."

"If it weren't for my brother, I would give you some pointers today. If you still can't figure it out, brother, your football career is over. Retire."