Finally, there was no live broadcast, and Maradona and Oliva stopped them in time on the verge of losing control.
Zhuo Yang had already stood up and planned to clear the field by himself, leaving the room for the two as a temporary battlefield, but Lao Ma's control of the love field was as perfect as the passing ball when he was young, and he slapped Oliva on the buttocks at the right time,'
Pa' made her feel relieved.
Zhuo Yang reminded him of the whip that the coachman drove the donkey.
I don't know if it's not enough or what, Oliva still acts coquettishly: "What should I do if my nails are chopped, Diego~~"
Wisdom is like an old horse. If you see many big scenes, you can get the world in just one sentence.
"Change hands and be good."
Oliva: "…"
"My brother Zhuo Yang and I haven't finished talking yet, so I'll ask him to invite us to dinner later." Without asking Zhuo Yang, Maradona made arrangements directly.
Shaking his big belly, he returned to the couch, Zhuo Yang smiled and gave Lao Ma a thumbs up. He didn't know what he wanted to praise...
The big slaughter girl was quiet, each with a ditch and a canal, and the old horse was very good at masturbating. However, Oliva was not a fuel-efficient lamp. When she was gnawing the bones, she sucked the taste in her mouth, but her eyes glanced at Zhuo Yang.
Several times.
"Brother." Maradona pushed Zhuo Yang back with his fingers. "Brother, although I am an Argentinian, I don't like drinking mate tea. It tastes nothing, and I still drink it after drinking it.
Just want to pee." Mattecha is diuretic, nothing wrong.
"Get some beer for me, it's okay to have white."
He drinks without eating vegetables, and wears a shirtless tie. Maradona is really a fierce man.
The white ones passed a little. Zhuo Yang asked someone to send someone a dozen tan beer and some snacks. He remembered that there were two boxes of unopened Russian black bull cigars in his room. He knew that Lao Ma was good at this, so he got up and went to get it.
.
I took apart and gave it a stick to the old horse, and I was directly respected by the rest.
These two boxes of cigars were originally intended to be given to An Pang, but now they are cheaper to Maradona.
The cigar is just wine, and the old horses in the clouds live a life of immortality.
After being interrupted like this, Zhuo Yang and Lao Ma worked a lot to recall the topic they talked about before.
"Brother Ma, you said I was not as good as Messi and Ronaldo. Brothers are a little dissatisfied. Tell me, see where I am inferior to them."
"You don't see through them." Maradona said: "Although Messi and Ronaldo cannot compare to you in terms of achievements, they are closer to the essence of football than you, and you keep playing the ball in a mess.
”
"My Child...is easy to talk about in other aspects. The work under your feet is no worse than you and me. It's here..." Lao Ma pointed to his heart: "His heart is not big enough and his personality is not wild enough."
"C Ronaldo..." Lao Ma curled his lips: "He has a big heart and is not lacking in momentum, but those two legs, haha, I'm more flexible than him."
"Brother, you have no shortcomings. From your head to your heart to your legs, it's perfect. In terms of personal conditions, you are better than the two of them combined."
"But, brother, listen to me, but the flawed Messi and Ronaldo have achieved more than they should have achieved in football, but you don't."
"I'm not good at math, so try to calculate it for you." Lao Ma was drinking beer 'ton tons': "Messi and Ronaldo's personal condition are 70 points, but they scored 80 points. Your condition is 150 points.
points, but only scored 100 points."
"So it seems that you are a little better than the two of them, but you are not as good as they do. Do you understand?"
It is easy to understand and down-to-earth, and Zhuo Yang understands it. In other words, the achievements Messi and Ronaldo have exceeded their personal strength and expectations. Zhuo Yang seems to have achieved higher achievements, but in fact he can do better.
Lao Ma and Bailey are two different rhetorics, but they express the same consciousness. If it is just a person's personal opinion, Zhuo Yang would not care, but the two kings of football are in the same agreement between heaven and earth, and he can't help but ignore it, although he is not
Disagree with this view.
"Brother Ma, I think... I've played it out..." Zhuo Yang suddenly stopped. He realized that this sentence was against his will. He had been a profession for more than ten years. Looking back, he really felt that he couldn't do it, but Zhuo Yang kept tying it.
This comes down to the lack of teammates.
"Wait a minute, Brother Ma, let me think carefully. Brother, you have a deeper sentence today. I have to give it a taste."
Maradona's pride filled the room, re-lit the cigar and sucked a big mouthful of tendons on her cheeks.
"You can't figure it out, you don't have to wait until you're in your thirties if you can figure it out yourself." Lao Ma said: "There is no expert to give you guidance. A person as arrogant as you are, retirement is right in front of you."
It's amazing! The heifer's butt is thunderous - Maradona is so awesome.
Zhuo Yang, who was directly shocked, immediately acted, and quickly opened another bottle of beer for the Polo King "bang" and poured a full cup with a depressed method.
"Brother Ma, you are a master. Give me some advice to my brother." He also looked at the big-name girl Oliva: "Miss Oliva, come and have a little more snacks... Then, don't stop talking.
”
Maradona went down and pressed the cigar with a big mouthful of force and said, "Brother, do you think football is a team sport or a personal sport?"
Is this still necessary to ask? Is it possible that twenty-two people play a football? But since Lao Ma asked this, the answer was obviously not sure.
Zhuo Yang said hesitantly: "It should be a team sport, right?"
"You're wrong. Look, you're outrageously wrong." Lao Ma curled his lips again. "Brother, football is a personal project from the beginning to the end."
"It's a bit interesting, you continue."
"Brother, this world was created by heroes. From Noah's creation of the ark, to Prometheus's stealing fire, to Jesus Christ, all walks of life are actually driven by heroes."
Pangu created the world, Nuwa repaired the sky, Houyi shot the sun, Dayu controlled the flood... It seemed quite reasonable, but aren't these myths?
"Only mortals and mediocre people have to join in because of their weak power. The same is true for football."
"Football is a personal sport belonging to heroes. Only those mediocre people need teams. All the tactics and formations of football are because there are too few heroes and only mortals everywhere, so they have to invent these things."
"Brother, I'm such a hero, so do you, but you haven't realized it yet. Bailey... He is too. Although I don't like him very much, he is a bad old man, but he does count."
"Belly and I have never played their own football on the court. The tactical formations are just the jobs of the other ten people, and they have nothing to do with us."
"All tactics and formations, as well as teammates and coaches, serve heroes like me. Brother, our football is not the same as mortal football, and we are not the same thing."
"Although Messi and Ronaldo are a little bit worse, they obviously see through this essence, so they have been trying to play their own football, not Barcelona or Real Madrid or anything."
"On the court, this is called personal heroism, alone. But how can mortals understand the world of heroes? Messi and Ronaldo are in the right direction. They can make the team their own vassals and make the team their own
Extend. So, they have achieved more than their abilities.”
"And brother, you are obviously a great hero in football, but you have always been a mortal playing style. You always want to make your tactics more perfect, make your formation more full, treat yourself as a servant, and your teammates and coaches as masters."
"Brother Zhuo Yang, you are the hero of creation, not the coachman." Lao Ma had a completely disappointed expression.
"You never try to release yourself completely, sometimes occasionally bursting out, but quickly retracted into the narrow football system. This means you don't know yourself or football."
Chapter completed!