Finally, there was no live broadcast, Maradona and Oliva stopped in time on the verge of losing control.

Zhuo Yang had already got up and planned to clear the field by himself, leaving the room for the two as a temporary battlefield, but the old Ma's control of the love field was as perfect as passing the ball when he was young, and he slapped Olivar's hips at the right time.' Pop' just let her loose her mouth.

　　 reminds Zhuo Yang of the whip used by the coachman to drive the donkey.

　　 I don’t know if the meaning is still unfinished or what, Olivar still coquettishly: "My nails are chopped, what should I do, Diego~~"

　　 Wisdom is like an old horse. I have seen a lot of big scenes, and it can be done in one sentence.

　　 "Change your hand, be good."

　　 Oliva: "..."

　　 "My brother Zhuo Yang and I haven't finished speaking yet, let him invite us to dinner later." Without asking Zhuo Yang, Maradona arranged it directly.

　　 shook his belly and returned to the couch, Zhuo Yang smiled and gave Lao Ma a thumbs up. I don't know what he wants to praise...

　　 Da Dengzi Niu became quiet, one person and one ditch, the old horse has the right way to control the girl. However, Oliva is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Just now, when he was gnawing on the sauce bones, his mouth was slapped, but his eyes glanced at Zhuo Yang several times.

　　 "Brother." Maradona pushed the cup that Zhuo Yang had filled him again with his fingers. "My brother, although I am from Argentina, I don't like drinking yerba mate very much. It doesn't taste much, and I just want to pee after drinking it." Mate tea is diuretic and there is nothing wrong with it.

　　 "Brother some beer, white ones are fine."

　　 Drinking and not eating vegetables, shirtless tie. Maradona is really fierce.

The white ones were over. Zhuo Yang greeted people with a dozen dark beer and some small snacks, and remembered that there were two unopened boxes of Russian black bull cigars in his room. Knowing that the old horse had a good bite, he got up and took them. .

　　 opened one and put out one to serve the old horse personally, and the rest was directly honored.

　　 These two boxes of cigars were originally intended to be given to An Pang, but now they are cheaper than Maradona.

　　 The cigar is just wine.

　　 Being interrupted like this, it took Zhuo Yang and Lao Ma a lot of effort to recall the topic they had discussed before.

　　 "Brother Marco, you said I am inferior to Messi and Ronaldo. Brothers are a bit dissatisfied. Tell me how I am inferior to them."

"You don't see them through." Maradona said: "Although Messi and Ronaldo can't compare to you in achievement, they are closer to the essence of football than you, and you keep playing the ball in a confused way. "

　　 "The kid Messi...It's easy to say in other respects, the life under the feet is no worse than you and me, it's here..." The old horse 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 does have a big heart, not lacking in momentum, but those two legs, hehe, I am more flexible than him."

　　 "Brother, you have no shortcomings. From your head to your heart to your two legs, you are perfect. Personally, you are stronger than the two of them combined."

　　 "But, my brother, listen to me. The flawed Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo have achieved more than they should have achieved in football, but you have not."

"I'm not good at maths, try to calculate it for you." Lao Ma drank a ton of beer: "Messi and Ronaldo’s personal condition is 70 points, but the effect of kicking out 80 points. Your condition is 150 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 them. Do you understand?"

　　 Easy to understand and grounded, Zhuo Yang understood. In other words, the achievements Messi and Ronaldo have surpassed personal strength and expectations. Zhuo Yang seems to have achieved higher, but in fact can do better.

　　 Lao Ma and Bailey are two kinds of rhetoric, but they express the same consciousness. If it's just someone's personal opinion, Zhuo Yang wouldn't care, but the two ball kings between Heaven, Earth and Xuanhuang coincided with each other, and he couldn't help not paying attention to it, although he did not agree with this opinion.

　　 "Brother Ma, I think...has been done..." Zhuo Yang stopped suddenly, realizing that this sentence was against his will. In the past ten years of his career, in retrospect, he did feel inadequate many times, but Zhuo Yang has always attributed this to the inability of his teammates.

　　 "Wait a minute, Brother Ma, let me think about it carefully. Brother, you have some depth in your words today. Brother, I have a top-notch product."

　　 Maradona's pride filled the room, re-ignited the cigar, and a big mouthful of sinews were seen on his cheek.

　　 "You can't figure out my brother, you don't have to wait until you are in your thirties to figure it out by yourself." Lao Ma said, "There is no expert to give you pointers. For someone as proud as you, retirement is just around the corner."

　　 God! The heifer’s **** was hung with thunder-Maradona was blown up.

　　 Zhuo Yang, who was directly squeezed, acted immediately, ‘bang’ the Polo King with his hands and feet, and opened another bottle of beer, and poured a full glass in an obscene manner on the glass wall.

　　 "Brother Marco, you are an expert. Give your brother some pointers." He even looked at Oliwa the big ball girl in a different way: "Miss Oliwa, come and eat more snacks... Then, don't stop talking."

　　Maradona took a big sip of the cigar and said, "My brother, do you think football is a team sport or an individual sport?"

　　 Do you still have to ask? Twenty-two people play a ball, is it a personal event? But since the old Ma asked so, obviously the answer is not certain.

　　 Zhuo Yang said hesitantly: "It should be a team sport, right?"

　　 "It's wrong. Look, it's ridiculously wrong." The old horse pouted again. "Brother, football is a personal project from beginning to end."

　　 "It's kind of interesting, you go on."

　　 "My brother, this world was created by heroes. From Noah's making the Ark, to Prometheus' stealing the fire, to **** Christ, all walks of life are actually being promoted by heroes."

　　 Pangu opened up the world, Nuwa replenishes the sky, Houyi shoots the sun, and Dayu controls the water... It seems quite reasonable, but aren’t these all myths?

　　 "Only mortals and mediocre people have to hug each other because of their weak strength. The same is true for football."

　　 "Football is an individual sport belonging to heroes. Only those mediocre people need a team. All the tactics and formations of football are because there are too few heroes and only mortals are everywhere, so these things have to be invented."

"Brother, I am such a hero, so are you, but you haven't realized it. Bailey... so is he, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Although I don't like him very much, he is a fake old man, but he does. Calculate."

　　 "Pele and I have always only played our own football on the pitch. Any **** tactical formation is just the work of the other ten people, and it has nothing to do with us."

　　 "All tactics and formations, as well as teammates and coaches, are for heroes like me. Brother, our football and mortal football are not the same thing, and playing is not the same thing."

　　 "Although Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo are a little bit weaker, they clearly understand the essence, so they have been trying to play their own football, not Barcelona or Real Madrid."

"On the court, this is called individual heroism and independence. But how can mortals understand the world of heroes. Messi and Ronaldo are in the right direction. They can make the team their own vassal and make the team their own. Extension. So, they have achieved more than they can."

　　 "My brother, you are obviously a hero of football, but you have always been a mortal. You always want to make your tactics more perfect, make the formation more full, treat yourself as a servant, and your teammates and coaches as your master."

　　 "Brother Zhuo Yang, you are the hero of the creation, not the coachman." The old horse had an expression of hatred for iron and steel.

　　 "You never try to release yourself completely, sometimes you burst out occasionally, but quickly revert back to the narrow football system. This shows that you don't know yourself or football."

　　 "If there is no older brother, I will give you pointers today. If you still don't understand, brother, your football is over. Retire."