Vol 4 Chapter 851: Sir, you have today too

When he was young, he was crazy about thinking. The 33-year-old Zhuo Yang thinks too much.
　　Rosio Oliva is a simple girl who has no culture, let alone the background. With a bit of beauty and the pampering of an old horse, he kind of doesn't think of himself as a mortal.
　　 Originally the old horse planned to come alone today, she had to follow. There are people coming and going in the hotel lobby, and there are many media reporters waiting here. If in the presence of the whole world, the Duchess of Vienna could greet her, it would be so ostentatious and definitely a front-page headline.
　　Coco has no such spare time, she is busy sleeping. Zhuo Yang has been very angry these past two days. Although Kou Kou's martial arts is quite extraordinary, she naturally loses half of her moves in front of the husband of 3Q ball piano boxing, although her martial arts are quite extraordinary. Lai acted like a baby on the bed, and the bedroom was filled with a dizzying scent of extravagance.
　　 So don't talk about Oliva, a little girl, even if the old lady from Buckingham Palace comes, she might not be able to please her.
　　 The Chinese team undertook two floors of the Kempinski Hotel in St. Petersburg. In the small conference hall dedicated to meeting guests, I didn't see Kou Kou, and Zhuo Yang didn't show any interest in talking to her more. Oliwa had to sit on the side and continued to bite her nails boredly.
　　 Zhuo Yang’s yerba mate was actually not sent by a friend, but by Kou Kou, and it is not produced in Argentina. It is the famous yerba mate brand CANARIAS from Uruguay.
　　 Lao Ma is noncommittal about yerba mate, he is actually not good at it. After the two people talked about the yerba mate tea for a while, the old horse asked, "Pele came yesterday?"
　　 "Yes." Zhuo Yang nodded: "The old man pointed out some of my gains and losses in the game."
　　 "He knows a fart." Lao Ma directly disdain.
　　 Zhuo Yang said ‘haha’ twice, without commenting.
　　 It's no secret that the two generations of football kings don't like each other. It's just that Pele's attitude is more reserved, and the old horse is more sharp.
　　 "What qualifications does he have to evaluate you? Old antique football is not as active as table tennis. He and us are not a sport."
　　 Pele 78, Maradona 58, and Zhuo Yang 33, the age gap between them is actually bigger. It can be seen that the Polo King, like all other men, is fascinated by his true age and confidently younger.
　　 "The characters of their era, boasted that they were stronger than one, and their nicknames were louder than one. But we really want to put them in our era, there is no one who can play."
　　 "Hehe, I can't say that..."
　　 "Zhuo Yang, the biggest problem with you is that you like to be a good person."
　　Nani? Why did I become a good person, when did I know what happened?
　　 "This is the same problem when you play football. You have to be a good man and a babysitter anytime."
　　 "Oh, the king, I gave you this impression? Let me tell you more specifically."
　　 Maradona didn't start the topic right away, took two sips of yerba mate tea from the cup, sucked it too quickly, and hurriedly took two sips of tea stalks after drinking. At this moment, elegance is lost.
　　 "Zhuo Yang... call me Diego. Do you think that in your age, I mean, who has not retired, who can be regarded as a top star. Of course you are, who else?"
　　 This question is not difficult to answer, Zhuo Yang immediately said: "We are all six Musketeers brothers, as well as your Messi, Portugal's Cristiano Ronaldo... The others seem to be a little bit worse."
　　 Nothing wrong. In addition to the retired Kaka, the Golden Globe Award and the World Footballer of the world were divided among the eight people during the eleven years, which is a good explanation of the terms.
　　 Lao Ma nodded: "My opinion is basically the same. Nowadays, football is too much touted by commercialization. If you can kick two feet, you can be called a star. If you play two good games, you are a superstar. It is very fake."
　　 "That is the six of you, Messi Ronaldo nodded, and the others...I can see few of them anyway."
"However, your six brothers are also different from Messi Ronaldo." Lao Ma said: "You don't count. The other five brothers of the Six Musketeers, although they seem to have extraordinary accomplishments, they sit facing the door wherever they go. Seats, but by my standards, they are not actually superstars."
　　 "Because they are all team players, including the seemingly unique Scar Ribery, the five of them essentially 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 products produced by industrial football. However, no matter how exquisite luxury goods are, they cannot match the sun, the moon and the stars, and industrialization cannot be produced. Out of the sun, moon and stars."
"Brother Zhuo Yang, take a look at the centuries-old history of football. Only you and me are the stars of the universe, and the others are products and industrial products. What the five sages of football, shit, I am ashamed to be with them, Bailey’s old clappers Not even industrial products, they are agricultural products."
　　 "Brother, this is the reason why I came to you today, because you and me are the same, and only you and me, others are not worthy."
　　Although Zhuo Yang thinks he is better than Lao Ma, not ‘the same’, but Lao Ma said that, he is still very useful.
　　 Lao Ma leaned over and took two sips of tea, and took two sips of tea stalks. He slumped on the sofa with his face up again, and his abdomen bulged after a serious blessing seemed to be able to hold the sun, moon and stars inside.
　　 "Next, let’s talk about Messi and Ronaldo. Both of them are exquisite handmade products. They have the most refined things in a century of football, but they are still products."
　　 "Brother, but you are not as good as them, you are not as good as Messi and Ronaldo."
What? Are you serious, king of the ball? Go ask them if you dare to admit it.
　　 Suddenly, Zhuo Yang understood why Bailey and Lao Ma disliked each other, and why Lao Ma was unwilling to let Messi surpass him.
　　 Only two days ago, if someone said that Messi Ronaldo or who was better than Zhuo Yang, he would just laugh it off, not taking it seriously. But now Maradona said so, but Zhuo Yang felt very upset, and he almost retorted directly.
The difference among 　　 is that Zhuo Yang has already decided to retire.
　　 It turns out that I, like everyone else, cares very much about the conclusion of the coffin, and I take these false names very seriously.
　　 The reason why people are graceful and generous is that they are possessed. Those who have no money are most afraid of others saying that they are poor. If they are not tall, they can’t listen to others saying the word'short'. Only if they are not educated, they have to boast at the wine table. More sensitive.
Ma Yun said that he has no idea about money. If you say Yao Ming is short, he will be happy. Mo Yan is modest and he is not good at using idioms. Midale rubbed her face and said, "I am old." That is called Versailles. .
　　 When the thought was touched, Zhuo Yang was relieved, but he still asked curiously: "Brother Ma, can you tell me how I am inferior to them?"
　　 Maradona has already come into play, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Zhuo Yang's question seems to be the finishing touch, just right to trigger his desire to express. Lao Ma's muddy eyes let out light, and he sucked his chest and abdomen, and he was about to pour out his own experience.
　　 "Ouch~~~~~"
　　 Suddenly there was a soft cry, and Zhuo Yang and Lao Ma, who were very concentrated, shivered with fright. The chubby flesh on Lao Ma's stomach trembled three times, and Zhuo Yang almost threw the cup in his hand onto Lao Ma's leg.
　　 "Diego, Diego~~Ge~~~~, my nails are chopped, what should I do, Diego~~"
　　 The fat old horse was like a swallow, and the ‘噌’ bounced from the sofa, and dashed to Oliva. With this skill, Inzaghi, the Ninth Master of the pinnacle, had to kowtow to the ancestor when he saw it.
"Yo yo yo, my sweetheart, baby, be careful, why are you so careless, let Diego see." Maradona's voice is like sand mixed with cheese and honey, and it sounds great. Yang's molars are almost falling.
"MUA~MUA~, let Diego kiss~~" Ma opened a small nail to Olivar, blowing and kissing, then raised her head very silky and kissed her mouth. .
　　 also stretched her head...
　　 Oliva seems to eat the bones of sauce with relish, chewing and cheating...
Zhuo Yang was so embarrassed that there were black lines all over the room. He could only look at his nose and his heart, his fists were swollen with blue veins, and the "Nine Yin Zhenjing" was silently read in his mouth: the way of heaven, more than a loss. And to make up for the shortcomings is that the illusion wins the real...
　　 Ronaldo, sitting in Rio's home, sneered: Sir, you also have today.