Chapter 3507

He loves to think wildly when he is old. Zhuo Yang, 33, thinks more.

Rosio Oliva is a simple girl with no culture, let alone details. With some beauty and the doting of an old horse, he doesn't take himself as a mortal.

Old Ma was going to come alone today. She had to follow. In the hotel hall, people come and go, and there are many media reporters waiting. If you can let the Duchess of Vienna greet you in front of the world, it's much more ostentatious. It's definitely front page headlines.

But Kou Kou doesn't have this spare time. She's busy sleeping in. Zhuo Yang is very angry these two days. Although Kou Kou's martial arts are also quite extraordinary, she left to practice all night. Naturally, she still lost half of her moves in front of her husband who is the best of 3q ball, piano and fist. She can only lie on the bed with her bones stretched. The bedroom is filled with a dizzy and decadent aroma.

So don't say Oliva is a little broken girl. Even if the old lady of Buckingham Palace comes, she may not be able to invite her.

The Chinese team contracted two floors of the Kempinski Hotel in St. Petersburg. In the small meeting hall for special visitors, she didn't see Kou Kou, and Zhuo Yang didn't show interest in talking to her more. Oliva had to sit on the side and continue to gnaw her nails bored.

Zhuoyang's Madai tea is actually not sent by friends, but brought by Kou Kou. Moreover, the origin is not Argentina. It is a famous Madai tea brand Canarias from Uruguay.

Old ma is noncommittal about Ma Dai tea. He's actually not good at it. After the two men chatted for a while about madea, which was more insipid than boiled water, the old horse asked, "Bailey came yesterday?"

"Yes." Zhuo Yang nodded. "The old man pointed out some of my gains and losses in the game."

"He knows a fart." old ma directly disdained.

Zhuo Yang said "ha ha" twice, perfunctorily, without making any comments.

It's no secret that the two generations of world champions don't like each other, but Pele's attitude is more subtle, and old horse's edge is exposed.

"What qualifications does he have to evaluate you? Antique football is not as popular as table tennis. He doesn't play the same game with us."

Pele 78, Maradona 58 and Zhuoyang 33 have an age gap between each other. In fact, old ma and Zhuoyang are bigger. It can be seen that the Polo king, like all other men, is fascinated by his real age and is young with self-confidence.

"The people of their time boasted more and more fiercely and nicknamed more and more loudly. But if we really want to put them in our age, none of them can fight."

"Hehe, you can't say that..."

"Zhuo Yang, your biggest problem is that you like to be a good man."

what? How did I become a good man? When did I know?

"You have the same problem playing football. You have to be a good man and a nanny all the time."

"Oh, the king of the ball, what I left you is this impression? Let's listen to it specifically."

Maradona didn't start the topic immediately. He took two mouthfuls of Madai tea from his cup and drank it too quickly. After drinking it, he spat two mouthfuls of tea stalks. At this moment, elegance is lost.

"Zhuo Yang... Call me Diego. Do you think in your age, I mean, who can be regarded as a top star without retiring? Of course you are. Who else?"

This question is not difficult to answer. Zhuo Yang immediately said: "all our six swordsmen brothers are, as well as your Messi, Portuguese Ronaldo... Others, it seems that they are still a little short."

No problem. In addition to Kaka, who has retired, the golden ball award and the World Footballer of the past 11 years are shared by these eight people, which is a good term.

The old horse nodded: "my view is basically the same. Today's football is touted too much by commercialization. If you can kick two feet, you dare to say that you become a star. If you play two good games, you are a star. It's very fake."

"That's the six of you, and Messi C. stretch your head, others... There are few I can see anyway."

"However, there are differences between your six brothers and Messi Ronaldo." old Ma said: "you don't count first. Although the other five brothers of the six swordsmen seem to have extraordinary achievements and sit in seats facing the door wherever they go, they are not superstars by my standards."

"Because they are all team players, including the seemingly unique scar Ribery, the five of them essentially have to rely on the team and tactics to make a difference."

"Modern football has been industrialized and streamlined. The five of them are the most outstanding products and the best luxury goods produced by industrial football. However, no matter how exquisite luxury goods are, they can not be comparable to the sun, moon and stars, and industrialization can not produce the sun, moon and stars."

"Brother Zhuo Yang, take a look at the centennial history of football. Only you and I are the stars of the universe. Others are products and industrial products. What are the five saints of football? Shit, I'm ashamed to be with them. Bailey's old bangs are not even industrial products. They are agricultural products."

"Brother, that's why I came to you today, because you are the same as me, only you and me. Others don't deserve it."

Although Zhuo Yang thought he was better than old ma, not "the same", old Ma said that he was still very useful.

The old horse leaned over and sucked two mouthfuls of tea and spat two mouthfuls of tea stem. Once again, he was half supine and paralyzed in the sofa. His bulging abdomen seemed to hold the sun, moon and stars.

"Let's talk about Messi and Ronaldo. They are exquisite handicrafts. They have the most elaborate things in football in a century, but they still belong to products."

"Brother, but you're not as good as them. You're not as good as Messi and Ronaldo."

What? Are you serious? Ask them if they dare admit it.

Suddenly, Zhuo Yang understood why Bailey and old horse didn't like each other and why old horse didn't want Messi to surpass him.

Just two days ago, if someone said that Messi Ronaldo or who was more powerful than Zhuoyang, he would just laugh it off. It was nothing at all. But now Maradona said so, but Zhuo Yang felt very angry and almost refuted directly.

The only difference is that Zhuo Yang has decided to retire.

It turns out that like others, I care about the conclusion of closing the coffin very much, and I also attach great importance to these false names behind me.

People are graceful and magnanimous because they are having. Those who have no money are most afraid of others saying that they are poor. If they are not tall, they can't hear others say "short". Only when they are illiterate do they have to talk at the wine table. Opening their mouth when they are old is to think that when they retired, the leaders were more sensitive than when they were in office.

Ma Yun said he had no concept of money. If you say Yao Ming is short, he will be happy. Mo Yan is modest. He is not good at using idioms. Mi dai'er stroked her face and said, 'I'm old'. It's called Versailles. The chief executive is always kinder than the security guard at the door.

Zhuo Yang was relieved when he touched it, but he still asked curiously, "brother Ma, tell me what's worse than them?"

Maradona has played to the top of his interest. Zhuo Yang's question seems to be the finishing touch, which just triggered his desire for expression. The old horse radiated light from his turbid eyes. With a fierce suction of his chest and abdomen, he was about to pour out his experience.

"Ouch ~ ~ ~"

Suddenly, Zhuo Yang and the old horse, who were very focused, trembled. The round meat on the old horse's belly shook three times. Zhuo Yang almost threw the cup in his hand on the old horse's leg.

"Diego, Diego ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~, my nail is split. What should I do, Diego ~ ~"

The fat old horse was like a swallow, and "miso" bounced up from the sofa and darted to Oliva. With this skill, Inzaghi, the ninth master of the peak, had to knock and shout to his ancestors.

"Yo Yo, my little sweetheart, baby, be careful. Why are you so careless? Let Diego see." Maradona's voice was like sand mixed with cheese and honey. Zhuo Yang's big teeth were about to fall.

"MUA ~ MUA ~, let Diego kiss ~ ~" the old horse opened a small sewn nail at Oliva, blew and kissed, and then raised his head very smoothly and kissed her mouth.

Also stretched out the color head

Oliva seemed to enjoy eating sauce bones, gnawing and banging

Zhuo Yang was embarrassed that the room was black, and it was not to go or to see. He could only see his nose and nose, and the nine Yin manual classics.

Ronaldo, sitting at home in Rio, sneered: Sir, you have today.