Chapter 3514

Zhuo Yang suddenly realized that he had been "cheated" by Messi and c Luo.

In Barcelona, Messi did take me as an idol, which is true, but the little rabbit didn't take himself as a little brother. I was the king of Camp Nou in those two years, but he was the king of Barcelona.

Mei dad knelt down and cried and begged me to let his son live. I promised, and then went to Real Madrid playing with huazi. This is righteousness and tolerance that big brothers and idols should have.

But why didn't you leave Barcelona, but I 'defected' to Real Madrid?

Because I will eat more wherever I go, but Messi only adapts to the style of Barcelona. It's not fun for him to leave Barcelona. I helped father Mei analyze the reason.

That's the crux of the problem.

In those years, is Barcelona's football, Guardiola's or Messi's tactics?

It's not bad at Real Madrid.

I haven't won the League top scorer once in three years at Real Madrid. I was familiar with this. It's because there is a Ronaldo in the front line of Real Madrid, this dog.

Mourinho asked me to play in the back, and Ann fatty also asked me to play in the back. The man who scored in front was Ronaldo. That's the problem. Why didn't Ronaldo play in the back and let me score?

Because Lao Tzu will be much better, it's best to put it anywhere, because Ronaldo can only play forwards.

That's the problem. Messi plays his own football in Barcelona, Ronaldo plays his own things in Real Madrid, and I play Guardiola in Barcelona, Mourinho and Anfield in Real Madrid, and now I play melon in Manchester City.

I see. I see.

Barcelona is not Barcelona's football at all. That thing is Messi's football from beginning to end. Messi is what style, Barcelona is what style, Messi needs what tactics, old guabila novan Rick barwade is what tactics. Those who can't adapt to boss Mei's short, fast and small rhythm can't survive in Barcelona, both players and coaches.

C Luo is the same. Real Madrid didn't have any Mu Niao an fat Qi bald at all a few years ago, only c Luo's shooter tactics. No one could understand it, so they had to say that it was metaphysics. Mu Niao Xuan and an Pang were also Xuan. When he arrived at Qizu, he became the Xuanzong of Qi.

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

These two goods are not as stupid as me. They never take care of the tactics. They play as they want. They let the tactics, style, head coach and teammates revolve around themselves, including me.

Who is the king? I thought I was the king of Barcelona and Real Madrid, the great devil on the Iberian Peninsula. But I'm a nanny. I wipe my ass for boss Mei and president Luo.

There are also two champions. Now who can talk about the tactics of Brazil in the 1962 and 1970 World Cups? What tactics did Argentina play in Mexico in 1986?

Hammer tactics are clearly shellfish and equestrian.

This is what Maradona calls' seeing through '.

This is what Bailey calls' master '.

They are not Balotelli's half brained nonsense on the pitch, but do whatever they want in the way they are best at, so as to lead football and rule football.

As for me, I always try to adapt to every tactic and style, from madiburg to Manchester City, from Uncle slag to old melon. I'm much more fucking, so I'm happy to do anything, and I never think deeply.

So Messi and Ronaldo are the masters of Barcelona and Real Madrid. I'm not. I'm just the boss of madiburg Milan, Barcelona, Real Madrid and Manchester City. I'm a superstar and a big fan, but I'm not the master, not the master of football in these places.

Bailey was right, and Maradona was right.

I see. Zhuo Yang didn't complain about the past. He just looked at the sky with a smile, like a fool.

Boss Mei and president Luo, you two dogs are really awesome. I'm convinced of that.

The game is still going on. At this time, everyone can see that Zhuo Yang is not eating bad things or being poisoned by witches, but thinking.

In a fierce battle related to the bronze medal of the world cup, there was a wise man who was meditating. What a wonderful work.

From the perspective of the whole problem, Zhuo Yang figured out the first ten miles.

Messi and Ronaldo strive to be the masters of football in different ways based on their strengths. I am different from them. Where is my way?

After all, is it difficult or is it a one-stop process with a fierce person? It certainly won't work. The problem won't be so simple.

Those two goods are because they have the ability to touch the bottom line of the "theory of gifted heroes", and naturally started this set of play very early. They believe that European and American people advocate individualism and believe that heroes make the times, so this is very normal.

As a Chinese, I have a hard core of collectivism in my bones. We believe that the times create heroes, so I didn't know the shocking truth of football for the first time until I was instructed by two football kings at the age of 33.

33 years old, do I have time? My football is going downhill

Wait, are my mistakes and the feeling that I can't do what I want, a sign of retrogression?

My teammates and I made mistakes in passing and running. Is it because I didn't pass well, or because my teammates couldn't understand my intention at all? Is it because I subconsciously don't want to accommodate their "clumsiness", or my habitual self-examination psychology of serving my teammates for the team?

In last season's Premier League game, the awakened Zhuo Yang of Da Mengfang completely recovered. While killing the Quartet as usual, there were strange passing mistakes in many games, and his teammates went east and football went west. (explained earlier)

Passing the ball is easy to say when it is far or near, and the wrong direction appears very low-level.

Zhuo Yang doesn't understand what's going on, his teammates don't understand, and Lao Gua doesn't understand.

When carefully recalling the feeling at that time, Zhuo Yang thought of the wild ball era. At that time, he chose to work 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 will be more careful to serve his teammates when passing the ball.

Cheap!

Just like playing chess with the stinky basket, in order to let him understand the routines on the chessboard, he had to force his realm down to the level of the stinky basket.

Alas, collectivism kills people, and teamwork kills people. At least in the eyes of the top players in football.

Alas --, uncle slag, an Pang, Mu Niao, Lao Gua, jieshuai and Zago, a group of smelly chess baskets, what did you teach me?

Then push it, it is likely that my sense of incompetence is actually a sense of depression after self devaluation.

So, I'm not going backwards, but I'm going up again. Yes, it's a big dream for 600 years. With such strong accumulation, the piano broke out of the cocoon, completed the secondary sublimation, and gave birth to the creation like magic romanticism. How can football not benefit from it.

Maybe after a big dream at the foot of Zhongnan mountain, with the complete recovery of physical function, my football also began to sublimate for the second time. Those passing mistakes and lack of ability are just signs of breaking through the bottleneck.

Thirteen years ago, I broke through the bottleneck, that is, before flowering, I was full of paste and kicked more and more.

Fuck, I'm awesome.

It is likely that I have quietly completed the flowering again, but my strong collectivism and team concept fought with heaven and man, and then suppressed my 'talent' and 'hero' with the massiness of 5000 years of civilization.

Zhuo Yang became more and more excited. His teammates risked their lives one by one and put flying shovels with the British. They were almost fighting on the court. He scratched his ears and cheeks and opened his mouth and smiled. He was a pure fool.

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

Suddenly stood up straight, raised his right arm and shouted, "ball -"

Fuck, my brother wants the ball. National football team-mates were overjoyed: dog day Brits, see if my brother doesn't kill you!

The English people collectively "cluck" in their hearts: my mother, Dad, how did you live?