Zhuo Yang suddenly realized that he was ‘lied’ by Messi and Ronaldo.

Messi did use me as an idol when he was in Barcelona. This is true, but the little **** didn't regard himself as a little brother. I was the king of Camp Nou in those two years, but he was the king of Barcelona.

Father Mei knelt down and cried and begged me to let his son live. I agreed, and then went to Real Madrid playing with Huazi. This is loyalty, the tolerance that big brothers and idols should have.

But why didn't you leave Barcelona, ​​but I ‘defected’ Real Madrid?

Because I know a lot and I can eat wherever I go, but Messi only adapts to the style of Barcelona. He might not have fun leaving Barcelona. The reason for this was still analyzed by me with the help of Mr. Mei.

The crux of the problem lies here.

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

Not bad at Real Madrid.

I have been in Real Madrid for three years and I have never won a league top scorer once. I am familiar with this stuff. It's because there is Ronaldo on Real Madrid's striker, this dog.

Mourinho asked me to play as a midfielder, and Fatty Ann also asked me to play as a midfielder. The person in front of the goal was Ronaldo. The problem is precisely here. Why didn't Ronaldo go to the midfielder and let me score?

Because I know a lot, it's best to put it anywhere, because Ronaldo can only play forwards.

This is where the problem lies. Messi played his own football in Barcelona, ​​Ronaldo also played his own thing in Real Madrid, and I played Guardiola in Barcelona, ​​Muniao and An Fat in Real Madrid, and now I play old man again in Manchester City.

That's it, I understand.

Barcelona is not Barcelona's football at all, that thing is Messi's football from beginning to end. What is Messi’s style, what is Barcelona’s style, what tactics Messi needs, and what tactics the old Guaviira Nova Enrique Valverde is. People who can't adapt to May's boss's short pace and fast pace will not survive in Barcelona, ​​regardless of players or coaches.

Cristiano Ronaldo is the same. Real Madrid didn't have any fatness and baldness a few years ago, only Cristiano Ronaldo's shooting tactics. No one could understand it, so I had to say that this was metaphysics, Mu Niaoxuan, An Pang Yexuan, and when he arrived at Qi Zu, he became Qi Xuanzong.

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

These two guys are not as stupid as I am. They never take care of the tactics. They can play as they want. The tactics, style, coach, and teammates all revolve around themselves, including me. They turn.

Who is the king? I thought I was the king of Barcelona and Real Madrid, the devil on the Iberian Peninsula. But my king is a nanny type, so I wiped Boss May and Mr. Luo ass.

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

Hammer tactics are clearly shell skills and equestrian skills.

This is what Maradona calls ‘see through’.

This is what Bailey calls the "master".

They are not Balotelli's kind of half-brained on the pitch, but use their best way to do whatever they want, leading football to dominate football.

As for me, I always try to adapt to every tactic and every style, from Fort Mady to Manchester City, from Uncle Scum to Old Gu, I know a lot of the fuck, so I have fun doing everything, too. Never thought deeply.

So Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo are the masters of Barcelona and Real Madrid. I am not. I am just the boss of Madrid, Milan, Barcelona, ​​Real Madrid and Manchester City.

What Bailey said was right, and so was Maradona.

After thinking about it, Zhuo Yang didn't complain about the past, he just smiled and looked at the sky like a fool.

Boss May, President Luo, you two are really awesome, I'll take that.

The game was still going on, and everyone could see at this time that Zhuo Yang hadn't eaten something bad, nor had he been poisoned by a witch, but was thinking.

In a fierce battle involving the bronze medal of the World Cup, a wise man who is meditating appeared on the field. What a wonderful thing this is.

Those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety. From the perspective of the whole problem, Zhuo Yang can figure out the first ten miles.

Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo use different methods to become the masters of football based on their strongest points. I am different from them. Where is my approach?

After all, is it possible to take a violent one-stop approach to the individual? This will definitely not work, and the problem will not be so simple.

Those two goods were able to touch the bottom line of the ‘talented heroism’ because of their abilities, so naturally they started this set of gameplay very early. They Europeans and Americans advocate individualism and believe that heroes create the times, so this is normal.

And I am Chinese, and the collectivism in my bones is quite hard-core. We believe that the times make heroes, so I didn't know the truth about football for the first time until I was guided by two football kings at the age of 33.

33 years old, can I still have time? My football is already going downhill...

Wait, are my mistakes and feelings of powerlessness a sign of regression?

My teammates and I made mistakes in passing and running. Is it because I didn’t pass it well, or because my teammates simply couldn’t understand my intentions? Is it because I subconsciously don’t want to accommodate their “badness”? Trial psychology?

In the Premier League game last season, the awakened Zhuo Yang of Da Mengfang completely recovered. As always, while killing the Quartet, there were strange passing errors in many games, and his teammates went east and west. (As explained above)

Passing is easy to talk about when it is far or near, but it is very low-level when the direction is wrong.

Zhuo Yang didn't understand what was going on, his teammates didn't understand, and the old man didn't understand either.

At this time, carefully recalling the feelings of the time, Zhuo Yang thinks of the wild ball era. At that time, he chose to go it alone, but after a few turnovers last season, he seemed to have become more cautious and his passing ambitions have been curtailed. In other words, Zhuo Yang will serve his teammates more carefully when passing the ball.

Scumbag!

It's like playing chess with the smelly chess basket, in order to let him understand the routines on the chessboard, he had to force his realm to be lowered to the level of the smelly chess basket.

Alas — collectivism kills people, team spirit kills people. At least in the eyes of top football players.

Alas—Uncle Zha, An Pang, Mu Niao, Lao Gu, as well as Jie Shuai and Ge Zha, a group of stinky chess players, what have you taught me?

After that, it is possible that my powerlessness is actually a sense of depression after self-deprecation.

In this way, instead of regressing, I am gaining the ball again. That’s right, a big dream for six hundred years. With such a solid accumulation, the piano broke through the cocoon and completed the second sublimation, giving birth to a creation-like magical romanticism. How could football not benefit from it.

Maybe after Zhongnanshan's next big dream, with the complete recovery of physical functions, my football has also begun to sublimate for the second time. Those passing mistakes and feelings of incompetence are just signs of breaking through the bottleneck.

Thirteen years ago, I broke through the bottleneck, that is, before the blossom, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is not too silly, the more you kick, the more awkward it becomes.

Fuck me, I'm awesome.

It is possible that I have quietly completed the blooming again, but the strong collectivism and team concept produced a battle between heaven and humans, and then used the mass of five thousand years of civilization to forcibly suppress my ‘talent’ and ‘hero’.

Zhuo Yang became more excited as he thought about it. The teammates fought hard and put the scoops on each other with the British guys, and they were almost fighting on the court. He scratched his ears and cracked his mouth and laughed. He was just a fool.

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

Suddenly stood up straight, raised his right arm and shouted: "Ball—"

Fuck me, my brother wants a ball. The teammates of the national football team were overjoyed: The British guys on dog days, see if my brother will kill you!

The English people collectively screamed in their hearts: My mother-in-law, why did you live, dad?