Golden Greenery

As you get older, you tend to think wildly, and 33-year-old Zhuo Yang thinks too much.

Rocio Oliva is just a simple girl with no education, let alone any background. With some beauty and the pampering of the old horse, she doesn't regard herself as a mortal.

Originally, Lao Ma planned to come alone today, so she had to follow him. People were coming and going in the hotel lobby, and there were many media reporters waiting. If the Duchess of Vienna could welcome him in front of the whole world, it would be such a show off, it would definitely make headlines.

But Kou Kou didn't have this free time, she was too busy sleeping in. Zhuo Yang has been very angry these past two days. Although Kou Kou's martial arts are also quite extraordinary, after practicing all night long, she naturally still loses half a move in front of her husband who has 3Q Qiu Qin Quan. She can only stretch out her bones. Lai was acting coquettishly on the bed, and the bedroom was filled with the dizzying fragrance.

So let alone Oliva, who is a little loser, even if the old lady of Buckingham Palace comes, she may not be able to invite her.

The Chinese team booked two entire floors of the Kempinski Hotel in St. Petersburg. In the small conference hall dedicated to receiving guests, Kou Kou was not seen, and Zhuoyang showed no interest in talking to her more. Oliva had no choice but to sit on the edge and continue to chew her nails in boredom.

Zhuoyang's mate tea was actually not a gift from a friend, but brought by Kou Kou, and its origin was not Argentina, but the famous yerba mate tea brand CANARIAS from Uruguay.

Lao Ma was noncommittal about yerba mate. He actually didn't like it. After the two of them chatted for a while over yerba mate, which was more prosaic than boiled water, Lao Ma asked, "Did Bailey come yesterday?"

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

"He knows nothing." Lao Ma was dismissive.

Zhuo Yang muttered "hehe" and passed by without making any comments.

It's no secret that the two generations of golf champions dislike each other, but Pele's attitude is more reserved, while Lao Ma's attitude is more revealing.

"What qualifications does he have to judge you? Old antique football is not as active as table tennis, so it is not a sport for him to play with us."

Pele is 78, Maradona is 58, and Zhuo Yang is 33. The age gap between them is actually larger than that of Lao Ma and Zhuo Yang. It can be seen that the polo king, like all other men, is obsessed with his true age and looks younger and more confident.

"The figures of their time boasted more powerfully than the last, and their nicknames became louder than the last. But if we put them in our time, none of them would be able to beat them."

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

"Zhuoyang, your biggest problem is that you like to be a good guy."

Nani? How did I become a good person? Why didn’t I know what happened?

"You also have the same problem when playing football. You have to be a good old man and a nanny at all times."

"Ouch, King of Balls, is this the impression I left on you? Let's hear the details."

Maradona did not start the topic immediately. He picked up the cup and took two sips of yerba mate. He inhaled too quickly and spit out two sips of the tea stems after finishing the drink. At this moment, all elegance is lost.

"Zhuoyang... call me Diego. Who do you think can be considered a top star in your era, I mean those who have not retired yet. Of course you are, who else?"

This question is not difficult to answer. Zhuo Yang immediately said: "We are all Six Musketeers, as well as your Messi, Portugal's Cristiano Ronaldo... and the others seem to be a little bit behind."

Nothing wrong. In addition to retired Kaká, the Golden Globe Award and World Footballer Award in the past eleven years were shared among these eight people.

That’s a good explanation of the term.

Lao Ma nodded: "My opinion is basically the same. Today's football is too commercially promoted. If you can kick a ball twice, you can be called a star. If you play two good games, you are a superstar. It's very fake."

"That's the six of you, and Messi and Ronaldo, who are nodding, and the others... there are only a few of them that I can take a liking to."

"However, there are differences between you six brothers and Messi and Ronaldo." Lao Ma said: "Don't count it for now. Although the other five brothers of the Six Musketeers seem to have extraordinary achievements, they always sit facing the door wherever they go to eat. position, but by my standards, they are not really superstars."

"Because they are all team players, including Ribery, who seems to be very independent, 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 luxuries produced by industrial football. But no matter how exquisite the luxury goods are, they cannot be compared with the sun, moon and stars, and it is impossible for industrialization to produce them. The sun, moon and stars came out.”

"Brother Zhuoyang, take a look at the century-old history of football. Only you and I are the stars of the universe, and everyone else is a product, an industrial product. The five saints of football, bullshit, I am ashamed to be associated with them, those old guys like Pele They’re not even industrial products, they’re agricultural products.”

"Brother, this is why I came to you today, because you and I are the same, and it is only you and me, and others are not worthy."

Although Zhuo Yang felt that he was more powerful than Lao Ma, rather than 'the same', he still felt very useful when Lao Ma said this.

Lao Ma leaned over and took two more sips of tea and spat on the tea stems. He lay half-up on the sofa again, his swollen abdomen seemed to be able to hold the sun, moon and stars inside.

"Next, let's talk about Messi and Ronaldo. They are exquisite handmade products. They have the most exquisite craftsmanship in a century of football, but they are still products."

"Brother, you are not as good as them, you are not as good as Messi and Ronaldo."

What? Football King, are you serious? Ask them both if they dare to admit it.

Suddenly, Zhuoyang understood why Pele and Lao Ma disliked each other, and why Lao Ma was unwilling to let Messi surpass him.

Just two days ago, if someone said that Messi, Ronaldo or anyone else was more powerful than Zhuoyang, he would just laugh it off and not take it seriously at all. But now that Maradona said this, 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 everyone else, I care very much about finalizing the case, and I also take these false reputations seriously.

The reason why people are graceful and generous is because they are possessing. Those who have no money are most afraid of being called poor. If they are not tall, they will not hear the word "short" being said. If they are not educated, they will talk at the wine table. When they are old, they open their mouths just to think about the past. When leaders retire, they are better than when they were in office. More sensitive.

Ma Yun said that he has no idea about money. If you say that Yao Ming is short, he will take it for granted. Mo Yan is modest and is not good at using idioms. Midel stroked her face and said, "I'm old." That's called Versailles. The chief executive is always kinder than the security guard at the door. .

Zhuo Yang was relieved as soon as the thought touched him, but he still asked curiously: "Brother Ma, can you tell me how I am not as good as them?"

Maradona had already reached his peak of enthusiasm, and Zhuo Yang's question seemed to be the finishing touch, which just triggered his desire for expression. Lao Ma's cloudy eyes shone with light, and he sucked in his chest and abdomen fiercely, ready to pour out his feelings.

"Ouch~~~~~"

A sudden cry made Zhuo Yang and Lao Ma, who were both concentrating, tremble with fright. The round flesh on Lao Ma's belly trembled three times, and Zhuo Yang almost threw the cup in his hand onto Lao Ma's lap.

"Diego, Diego~~Ge~~~~, my nail was split, what should I do, Diego~~"

The plump old horse, with a body like a swallow, jumped up from the sofa and rushed to Oliva in one stride. With this skill, Inzaghi, the ninth master at the top level, would have to kowtow and shout "ancestor" when he saw him.

"Yo yo yo, my little sweetheart, little darling, little sweetheart, why are you so careless? Let Diego see it quickly." Maradona's voice was like sand mixed with cheese and honey, which was very pleasant to hear. Yang's big molars were almost falling apart.

"MUA~MUA~, let Diego kiss her~~" Lao Ma blew and kissed Oliva's nails, which opened a small slit, and then raised his head and kissed her mouth very smoothly. .

And also stretched out his lustful head...

Oliva seemed to eat the pickled bones with relish, gnawing and slurping...

Zhuo Yang was so embarrassed that there were black lines all over the room. He could neither look nor walk. He could only look at his eyes, nose and heart. His fists made his veins bulge, and he silently recited the "Nine Yin Sutra" in his mouth: The way of heaven is more than enough damage. And making up for the deficiencies is because the virtual is better than the real...

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