Golden Greenery

Zhuo Yang suddenly realized that he had been 'cheated' by two idiots, Messi and Ronaldo.

When I was at Barcelona, ​​Messi did regard me as his idol, which is true, but the little brat didn't regard me as his younger brother. In those two years I was the king of Camp Nou, but he was the king of Barcelona.

Father Mei knelt down and cried, begging me to let his son live. I agreed, and then went to Real Madrid playing tricks. This is loyalty and the tolerance that big brothers and idols should have.

But why didn't you, a piece of shit, leave Barcelona instead of me defecting to Real Madrid?

Because I know a lot and can eat wherever I go, but Messi only adapts to Barcelona's style. It's hard for him to have fun after leaving Barcelona. I helped Father Mei analyze the reason for this.

The crux of the matter lies here.

In those years of Barcelona football, was it Barcelona's tactics, Guardiola's tactics, or Messi's tactics?

It's pretty much the same at Real Madrid.

I have been at Real Madrid for three years and have never won the league's top scorer once. I am very familiar with this stuff. It's because Real Madrid has Cristiano Ronaldo on the front line, this piece of shit.

Mourinho asked me to play as a defensive midfielder, and Fatty An also asked me to play as a defensive midfielder. The person who scored the goal in front was Cristiano Ronaldo. The problem lies precisely here, why doesn't Cristiano Ronaldo play as a defensive midfielder and let me score goals?

Because I know a lot, it will be the best wherever I put it, because Ronaldo can only play forward.

This is where the problem lies. Messi plays his own football in Barcelona, ​​Ronaldo plays his own football in Real Madrid, and I play Guardiola in Barcelona, ​​Mourinho and Andre Antoin in Real Madrid, and now I play Lao Gua in Manchester City.

That’s it, I understand.

Barcelona is not Barcelona's football at all, that thing is Messi's football from beginning to end. Messi’s style is what Barcelona’s style is, and what tactics Messi needs are what old Guardiola Vilanova and Enrique Valverde have. Those who cannot adapt to Boss Mei's short, flat, fast and small pace will simply not survive in Barcelona, ​​whether it is players or coaches.

The same goes for Cristiano Ronaldo. In the past few years, Real Madrid didn't have any Mu Niaoan, Fat Qi Baldy, and only had Cristiano Ronaldo's shooter tactics. No one could understand it, so they could only say that it was metaphysics, Mu Niao Xuan, An Pang Ye Xuan, and by Qi Zu, he became Qi Xuanzong.

In fact, this is not metaphysics at all, it is Luo Xue, Ronaldo’s football philosophy.

These two guys are not as stupid as me,

They never take care of tactics. They go up and play however they want, letting tactics, style, head coach, teammates and other elements all revolve around them. In fact, including me, I also revolve around them.

Who is the king? I thought I was the king of Barcelona and Real Madrid, the big devil on the Iberian Peninsula. But I am a nanny-type king, and I just wipe the butt of Boss Mei and Boss Luo.

There are also two golf champions. Now who can tell me what tactics Brazil uses in World Cup 1? 1. What tactics did Mexico play again?

Hammer tactics are clearly shell skills and equestrian skills.

This is what Maradona meant by ‘seeing through’.

This is what Bailey calls 'the master'.

They are not like Balotelli who is half-brained and messes around on the court. Instead, they do whatever they want in the way they are best at, leading football to dominate football.

As for me, I always try to adapt to every tactic and every style, from Fort Madi to Manchester City, from Uncle Zha to Lao Gua. I know a lot more, so I am happy to do whatever I do. Never thought about it deeply.

So Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo are the owners of Barcelona and Real Madrid. I am not. I am just the boss of Madrid, Milan, Barcelona, ​​Real Madrid and Manchester City. I am a superstar and a great player, but I am not the owner, not the owner of football in these places.

Pele was right and so was Maradona.

After thinking about it, Zhuo Yang didn't complain about the past, he just looked at the sky with a smile, like a fool.

Boss Mei, Mr. Luo, you two are really awesome, I admire this.

The game is still going on. At this time, everyone can see that Zhuo Yang has not eaten something bad or been poisoned by a witch, but is thinking.

In a fierce battle for the World Cup bronze medal, a wise man meditating appeared on the field. How strange this is.

A journey of a hundred miles is half a mile. From the perspective of the whole problem, Zhuo Yang finally understood the first ten miles.

Messi and Ronaldo use different methods to become masters of football based on their strengths. I am different from them. Where is my method?

After all, is it possible that it is still the one-stop approach of Meng, Mengtu, and everyone? This certainly won't work, and the problem won't be that simple.

Those two guys naturally started this set of gameplay very early because their abilities reached the bottom line of the 'talented hero theory'. They Europeans and Americans advocate individualism and believe that heroes make the times, so this is normal.

As a Chinese, my collectivism is very hard-core. We believe that times make heroes. So it wasn’t until I was taught by two football champions at the age of 33 that I learned the shocking truth about football for the first time.

I am 33 years old, am I still in time? My football was already going downhill…

Wait, are those mistakes and my feeling of inadequacy a sign of regression?

My teammates and I made mistakes in passing and running. Is it because I didn’t pass the ball well, or because my teammates simply couldn’t understand my intentions? Is it because I subconsciously don’t want to accommodate their “clumsiness” anymore, or is it because I am habitually serving the team and my teammates? Examine psychology?

In the Premier League last season, Zhuo Yang, who was awakened by the Dream Club, fully recovered. While he was killing everyone as usual, he made strange passing errors in many games, causing his teammates to move the ball east and west. (As explained in the previous article)

Passing the ball in the wrong direction is very low-level.

Zhuoyang didn't understand what was going on, his teammates didn't understand, and neither did Lao Gua.

At this time, carefully recalling the feeling at that time, Zhuo Yang thought of the wild football era. At that time, he chose to go it alone, but after several mistakes last season, he seemed to have become more cautious and his passing ambitions have been tempered. In other words, Zhuoyang will be more careful to serve his teammates when passing the ball.

Despicable!

It's like playing chess with a bad chess basket. In order for him to understand the routines on the chessboard, he has to forcibly lower his level to the level of the bad chess basket.

Alas, collectivism kills people, team spirit kills people. At least in the eyes of top football players.

Alas - Uncle Zha, An Pang, Mu Niao, Lao Gua, Jieshuai and Brother Zha, a bunch of bad chess players, what did you all teach me?

Further extrapolation, it is possible that my feeling of inadequacy is actually a feeling of depression caused by self-deprecation.

To put it this way, not only am I not regressing, but I am improving again. That's right, after a six-hundred-year dream, with such a strong accumulation, the piano broke out of the cocoon and completed its second sublimation, giving birth to a magical romanticism like creation. How could football not benefit from it?

Maybe after the next big dream in Zhongnan Mountain, as my body functions fully recovered, my football also began to sublimate for the second time. Those passing and running errors and the feeling of inadequacy were just signs of breaking through the bottleneck.

Thirteen years ago, I broke through the bottleneck, that is, before I blossomed, my mind was full of mush, and the more I tried, the more ridiculous I became.

Holy shit, I'm awesome.

It is very possible that I have quietly completed the flowering again, but the strong collectivism and team concept created a war between heaven and man, and then used the weight of five thousand years of civilization to suppress my "genius" and "hero".

The more Zhuoyang thought about it, the more excited he became. His teammates were all risking their own lives and throwing shovels at each other with the British guy. There was almost a fight on the court. He was scratching his head and laughing, just like a fool.

Of course, all this is Zhuoyang's own inference under meditation. Whether it is correct or not needs to be verified by football.

He suddenly stood up straight, raised his right arm and shouted: "Ball——"

Damn it, my brother wants the ball. The teammates of the national football team were overjoyed: You stupid British guys, let’s see if my brother doesn’t beat you to death!

The people of England collectively let out a thump in their hearts: My mother-in-law, dad, how are you still alive?