He loves to think randomly when he gets older, and Zhuo Yang, 33, is overthinking.
Rosio Oliva is a simple and slutty girl, not having any culture, let alone having a background. Relying on her beauty and Lao Ma's doting, she doesn't treat herself as a mortal.
Originally, Lao Ma planned to come alone today, so she had to follow. There were people coming and going in the hotel lobby, and there were many media reporters waiting at the scene. If the Duke of Vienna could be greeted in front of the whole world, it would be so much more flaunting.
Yes, definitely the front page headline.
But Koko didn't have this free time? She was busy sleeping in. Zhuo Yang was very angry these two days. Although Koko's martial arts are quite extraordinary, she practiced all night long, so she was naturally still in the 3Q ball, piano and boxing husband.
I lost a little trick in front of me, and I could only stretch my bones and lean on the bed to act coquettishly. The bedroom was filled with a dizzying and desolate fragrance.
So let alone Oliva, a little slut, even if the old lady from Buckingham Palace comes, she may not be able to invite her.
The Chinese team booked two full floors of the Kempinski Hotel in St. Petersburg. In the small conference hall dedicated to meeting, he did not meet Koko, and Zhuo Yang did not show interest in talking to her more. Oliva had no choice but to
Sitting beside him, he continued to chew his nails boredly.
Zhuo Yang's matte tea was actually not given by a friend, but brought by Koko, and its origin was not Argentina. It was the famous matte tea brand canarias from Uruguay.
Lao Ma refused to comment on Mattecha, he actually didn't like this. After the two of them talked about Mattecha for a while, which was more plain than boiled water, Lao Ma asked: "Did Bailey come yesterday?"
"Yes." Zhuo Yang nodded: "The old man pointed out some of my gains and losses in the game."
"He knows nothing." Lao Ma directly disdained.
Zhuo Yang said "hehe" twice and said perfunctorily, without making any comments.
It is not a secret that the two generations of football kings dislike each other, but Bailey's attitude is more subtle, while Lao Ma is showing his sharpness.
"What qualifications do he have to evaluate you? Old antique football is not as large as table tennis, so he is not playing the same sport with us."
Bailey 78, Maradona 58, Zhuo Yang 33, the age gap between each other, in fact, Lao Ma and Zhuo Yang are even bigger. It can be seen that the Polo King, like all other men, is confused about his real age.
younger.
"The characters in their era are more powerful than each other, and their nicknames are louder than each other. But if they really want to put them in our era, there is no one who can beat them."
"Haha, I can't say that..."
"Zhuo Yang, your biggest problem is that you like to be a good person."
Nani? Why did I become a good person? Why didn’t I know when?
"This is the problem when you play football. You have to be a good person and a nanny at any time."
"Oh, King of Football, what I gave you is this impression? Let's listen to it in detail."
Maradona did not immediately start the topic, picked up the cup and sucked two sips of matte tea. She sucked too fast, and after drinking it, she quickly spat two sips of tea stems. At this moment, her elegance was lost.
"Zhuo Yang... called me Diego. Do you think in your era, I mean that I have not retired yet, who can be considered a top star? Of course you are, who else?"
This question is not difficult to answer, Zhuo Yang immediately said: "We are all six swordsmen, including your Messi, Portugal's Ronaldo... and others seem to be a little short of it."
Nothing wrong. In addition to Kaka, who has retired, the Golden Globe Awards and the World Football Masters shared by these eight people over the past eleven years is a good explanation of the term.
Lao Ma nodded: "My opinion is basically the same. Nowadays, football is being praised too much by commercialization. If you can play two games, you dare to be a star. If you play two good games, you will be a superstar. It is very fake."
"That's all you six, Messi and Ronaldo stretch their heads, and the others... I don't have many people who can like you anyway."
"However, there is a difference between your six brothers and Messi and Ronaldo." Lao Ma said: "You don't count for now. Although the other five brothers of the Six Swordsmen seem to have extraordinary achievements, they sit facing the door whenever they go to eat the table.
The seats, but by my standards, they are not actually superstars."
"Because they are all team players, including Scar Ribery, who looks very unique, all five of them essentially rely on the team and tactics to make a difference."
"Modern football has been industrialized and assembled. The five of them are the most outstanding products and the best luxury goods produced by industrial football. But no matter how exquisite the luxury goods are, they cannot be compared with the sun, moon and stars, and industrialization cannot be produced without being produced.
The sun, moon and stars emerge.”
"Brother Zhuo Yang, look at the century-old history of football. Only you and me are the stars in the universe, and the others are products and industrial products. What are the five holy footballs? The bullshit, I am ashamed to be with them, Bailey and those old guys
Not even industrial products, they are agricultural products.”
"Brother, this is why I came to you today, because you are the same as me, and only you and me are not worthy of others."
Although Zhuo Yang felt that he was better than Lao Ma, he still enjoyed it very much when Lao Ma said this.
Lao Ma leaned over and sucked two more mouthfuls of tea, spitted on the tea stems, and then half-supered on the sofa. After getting fatter, his bulging abdomen seemed to be able to contain the sun, moon and stars.
"Next to talk about Messi and Ronaldo. They are exquisite handmade products, the most exquisitely crafted things in football for a century, but they are still products."
"Brother, but you are not as good as them, you are not as good as Messi and Ronaldo."
What? You take the King of Football seriously? Go and ask them if they dare to admit it.
Suddenly, Zhuo Yang understood why Bailey and Lao Ma disliked each other and why Lao Ma was unwilling to let Messi surpass him.
Just two days ago, if others said Messi and Ronaldo or someone, they were more powerful than Zhuo Yang, he would just laugh it off and not take it seriously at all. But now Maradona said this, Zhuo Yang felt very angry.
Almost spoke directly to refute.
The only difference is that Zhuo Yang has decided to retire.
It turns out that like everyone else, I care very much about the final conclusion and take these false names behind me very seriously.
The reason why people are graceful and generous is because they have it. Those who have no money are most afraid of others saying that they are poor. If they are not tall, they cannot listen to others saying "short". If they are not educated, they have to talk big at the wine table.
When I was old, I just thought about the past when the leaders stepped down and were more sensitive than when they were in power.
Jack Ma said he had no idea about money. If you say Yao Ming was short, he would be happy. Mo Yan was humble and he was not good at using idioms. Midie'er stroked her face and said, "I'm old." That's called Versailles. The chief is always kinder than the security guard at the door.
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When the thought was touched, Zhuo Yang felt relieved, but he still asked curiously: "Brother Ma, tell me where I am inferior to them?"
Maradona has already been excited. Zhuo Yang's question seems to be the finishing touch of the supporting actor, which just triggers his desire to express himself. Old Ma's turbid eyes emitted light, and once he sucked his chest and abdomen, he would pour out his experience.
vent.
"Ouch~~~~~~"
A sudden cry of cry, Zhuo Yang and Lao Ma were so scared that they shivered. The round meat on Lao Ma’s belly shook three times, and Zhuo Yang almost threw the cup in his hand on Lao Ma’s legs.
"Diego, Diego~~~~~, my nails are chopped, what should I do, Diego~~"
The fat old horse was like a swallow, bounced up from the sofa and rushed to Oliva with a quick step. With this skill, the peak Ninth Master Inzaji had to shout to his ancestors when he saw him.
"Yoyo, my little sweetheart, little baby, you're so careless, why are you so careless? Let Diego see it." Maradona's voice was like sand mixed with cheese and honey.
Yang's big teeth were almost falling.
"mua~mua~, let Diego kiss~~" Lao Ma opened a small gap of nails to Oliva and blew and kissed her mouth very smoothly.
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He also stretched out his head...
Oliva seemed to eat the sauce bones so relish, and she chewed and sucked...
Zhuo Yang was so embarrassed that the room was covered with black lines. He was neither looking nor leaving. He could only look at his eyes, his nose and his heart. His fists were pinched and his veins bulged. He silently recited the "Nine Yin Sutra" in his mouth: The way of heaven is enough to damage it.
To make up for shortcomings, therefore, the emptiness overcomes the real...
Chapter completed!