Zhuo Yang suddenly realized that he was "scamd" by Messi and Ronaldo back then.
When I was at Barcelona, ​​Messi did treat me as an idol, which is true, but the little bastard did not treat himself as his younger brother. In those two years, I was the king of Camp Nou, but he was the king of Barcelona.
Dad Mei knelt down and cried and begged me to let his son have a way out. I agreed and then went to Real Madrid while playing with Hanako. This is loyalty, and it is the tolerance that the eldest brother and idol should have.
But why didn't you, a dog, leave Barcelona, ​​but I'm "defected" with Real Madrid?
Because I know a lot, I eat wherever I go, but Messi only adapts to the style of Barcelona. He may not be fun to leave Barcelona. The reason for this is that I helped Papa Mei analyze.
The key to the problem is here.
In those years, was Barcelona's football a tactic, Guardiola tactic, or Messi tactic?
It's very different in Real Madrid.
I have been in Real Madrid for three years and have never won the league's top scorer once. I was familiar with this thing. It is because there is a Cristiano Ronaldo on the forward line of Real Madrid, this guy.
Mourinho asked me to play the back midfielder, and Fatty An also asked me to play the back midfielder. The person who scored the goal in front was Ronaldo. The question was exactly here, why didn’t Ronaldo play the back midfielder and let me score the goal?
Because I can do more, it is best to put it wherever I go, because Ronaldo can only play forward.
This is the problem. Messi plays his own football at Barcelona, ​​Ronaldo plays his own things at Real Madrid, and I play Guardiola at Barcelona, ​​Munnon and Ampoule at Real Madrid, and now at Manchester City
Kick the old melon.
So that's it, I understand.
Barcelona is not Barcelona's football at all, that thing is Messi's football from beginning to end. What style is Messi, what style is Barcelona, ​​what tactics Messi needs, what old Guabilanovaenrik Valverde is
Tactics. People who cannot adapt to Boss Mei’s short and fast pace cannot survive in Barcelona, ​​both players and coaches.
The same is true for C Ronaldo. Real Madrid had no Munniao, An Fat Qi bald a few years ago, only C Ronaldo’s shooting tactics. No one can understand it, so they have to say that this is metaphysics. Muniaoxuan, An Fat Qi's name is Xuan, and he has arrived at Qi Zu.
, He became Qi Xuanzong.
In fact, this is not a metaphysics at all, it is Luo Xue and Ronaldo's football philosophy.
These two guys are not as stupid as me. They never take care of tactics. They play as they want when they go up. Let the elements of tactics, styles, head coaches, and teammates all revolve around themselves, including me, who are actually around them.
They turn.
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, so I just wiped my butts for Boss Mei and Mr. Luo.
There are two football kings. Now who can tell me what tactics Brazil is in the 1962 and 1970 World Cups? What tactics did Argentina play in Mexico in 1986?
The hammer tactics are clearly shell techniques and horse techniques.
This is what Maradona said to be ‘see through’.
This is what Bailey said about ‘master’.
They are not like Balotelli's half-brained and fooling around on the court, but they do whatever they want in the way they are best at, thus leading football to dominate football.
And I always try to adapt to every tactic and every style, from Madibor to Manchester City, from Uncle Scramble to Laogua, I have a lot of fucking goodness, so I am happy to do anything, too
Never thought deeper.
So Messi and Ronaldo are the owners of Barcelona and Real Madrid. I am not, I am just Madiburg, Milan, Barcelona, ​​Real Madrid and Manchester City. They are superstars, awesome, but they are not the owners, not the owners of football in these places.
Bailey is right, and Maradona is right.
After thinking it through, Zhuo Yang did not 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 believe this.
The competition was still going on, and everyone realized that Zhuo Yang was not eating bad things or being poisoned by the witch, but thinking.
In a fierce battle with the World Cup bronze medal, a wise man who is meditating appears. How strange is this.
Those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety. From the perspective of the entire problem, Zhuo Yang finally figured out the top ten miles.
Messi and Ronaldo have worked hard to become the masters of football based on their strongest points. I am different from them. Where is my way?
After all, is it still a one-stop trick to lead a fierce attack? This is definitely not possible, and the problem will not be that simple.
The two guys naturally started this gameplay very early because of their ability to touch the bottom line of the "Talented Hero Theory". They advocated individualism and believed that heroes created the situation, so this is normal.
And I am Chinese, and the collectivism in my bones is quite hard-core. We think that the times create heroes, so I was not until I was 33 years old and was guided by the two kings of football that I learned the first time that football has such a shocking truth.
I'm 33 years old, can I still have time? My football is already going downhill...
Wait, are my mistakes and the feeling of being unable to do so, signs of regression?
My teammates and I made a mistake in passing, was it because I didn't pass it well, or was it because my teammates couldn't understand my intentions at all, was it because I subconsciously didn't want to accommodate them anymore, or was it because I was used to serving the team and my teammates.
Psychological examination?
In the Premier League last season, Zhuo Yang's awakened state was completely restored. While he was always killing all sides, he made a strange pass mistake in many games, and his teammates went east and west. (Previously,
After explanation)
Passing is easy to tell if you are far away and close, but if you are wrong, you will look very low-level.
Zhuo Yang didn't understand what was going on, his teammates didn't understand, and Lao Gua didn't understand.
At this time, when I carefully recalled my feelings at that time, Zhuo Yang remembered the wild ball era. At that time, he chose to do it alone, but after several mistakes last season, he seemed to become more cautious, and his ambition to pass the ball was restrained. In other words, Zhuo Yang
When passing the ball, you will be more careful to serve your teammates.
Low!
It's like playing chess with a bad chess. In order to let him understand the routines on the chessboard, he had to force his realm down to the level of a bad chess.
Alas———— collectivism kills people, team spirit kills people. At least this is the case in the eyes of the top football masters.
Alas——, Uncle Zha, An Pang, Muniao, Lao Gua, Jie Shuai and Brother Za, a group of chess players, what have you taught me?
Then, it is very likely that my strength is not as strong as my heart, but it is actually a feeling of depression after self-deprecating.
In this way, not only is I not regressing, but I have risen again. Yes, a six hundred years of great dream, with such a strong accumulation, the piano breaks out of the cocoon and completes the second sublimation, giving birth to a world-like creation.
Magical Romanticism, how could football not benefit from it?
Perhaps after a big dream in Zhongnan Mountain, as my physical function fully recovered, my football began to sublimate for the second time. Those mistakes in passing and running and lack of strength are just signs of breaking through the bottleneck.
Thirteen years ago, I broke through the bottleneck, that is, before I blossomed, I was full of my mind, and the more I kicked, the less I felt.
I'm fucking, I'm awesome.
It is very likely that I have completed the flowering again quietly, but the strong collectivism and team concepts have formed a battle with the heavens and man, and then used the weight of five thousand years of civilization to suppress my "talent" and "hero".
Zhuo Yang became more and more excited as he thought about it. His teammates were desperate to put flying tackles with the British guys. The court was almost fighting. He was scratching his ears and his head and laughing, just a fool.
Of course, all of this is Zhuo Yang’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--"
Fuck, our brother is going to have a ball. The teammates of the national football team are overjoyed: Damn British guy, let’s see if my brother won’t beat you to death!
Chapter completed!