"Master Jiu, I don't think what you say is objective. My diving is still very realistic." Zhuo Yang looked unconvinced.

Inzaghi did not refute him, but continued his popular science. "The second level is to be able to deceive your opponent, which is a bit more advanced."

"The opponent is your enemy. Even if you are really kicked down by him, he will think you are pretending. Therefore, how to deceive your opponent is not just a performance, but a science."

"How to induce the remaining conscience in the heart of a cruel opponent with suppressed grief and anger? How to use the overwhelming pain to turn this conscience into guilt? How to make him feel indebted to you for ninety minutes? Zhuoyang, football is

A science, including diving, is about singing, chanting, sitting and practicing."

Zhuoyang was convinced. He thought of the Unterhachen striker Coppado who was tricked by him five years ago. It seems that he has not been in contact with this buddy for a long time. A while ago, he heard from Mad Dog that he was in Hoffenheim, not very good.

Able to play the game.

"Master Jiu, you must be a master of diving at this level."

'Tsk~' Inzaghi let out an inaudible chuckle. "Being able to deceive your opponent is indeed a skill, and you can barely be considered a master. However, there is no limit to learning, and you have to search high and low. In the face of the real realm

, what does this mean?"

"Then... what is the true state of flopping?"

"If you want to deceive others, first deceive yourself!" Jiu Ye said: "The real art is to be able to deceive oneself."

"You must firmly believe that you are a porcelain doll that will break at the touch of a touch. You must believe from the bottom of your heart that you have a soft girl's heart. Your opponent rushes towards you not to prepare for a foul, but to violate you.

Violate your chastity."

"You have lost your pure body, you have been defiled by dirty opponents, you have lost your holiness, you are desperate for this world, and you have no life left to live. There is no greater sorrow than death. At this time, the expression in your eyes

What you feel is no longer anger and sadness, but a kind of abandonment and emptiness, and your desperate life permeates the entire stadium."

"This is the highest level of flopping. When you reach this level, it is no longer a flop, your art has been sublimated. Every time you fall, you are dedicating yourself to art. This has become a real flop.

"

Zhuo Yang was dumbfounded when he heard this: Mr. Jiu is pretending to be bigger than the basin.

"So..." Inzaghi showed a kind smile: "I never fake, every time I fall, I really fall."

"Jiu Ye... As the saying goes, you can only talk without practicing tricks. What you said is so miraculous, why don't you show me an example to open my eyes to Xiao Zhuo."

Inzaghi's smile became enigmatic again. "Zhuoyang, you are a wonderful person, I like you, and today Pipo will let you see what is the highest state of flopping - life and death!"

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We fell behind in the away game, but the old and young men didn't panic. They still followed the pre-match plan and started a control battle with Everton. They are all veteran football players. They know that they are playing against Premier League teams and they must not rush and fight like them.

Chaos.

After Yancu stole the ball in the backcourt, he did not rush to counterattack, but handed it over to Pirlo for planning and organization. Arteta came to harass, but Pi Shao did not bother and pushed the football to Zhuo Yang.

Today, Zhuoyang and Kaká play as a double attacking midfielder. They can also be regarded as two attacking midfielders. Behind them are Gattuso and Pirlo, and in front are Jiuye and Pato. The defense line starts from the right

As for Bonemayan, Dida is still resting, and Karachi has made consecutive starts recently.

Zhuoyang encountered double-teaming by F. Neville and Carsley. He did not force the ball and knocked it sideways to Kaká, who was running on the left. Everton was very particular about defense in the midfield and backcourt, and Cahill did not give any

Kaka leaves room for speed improvement.

Inzaghi started. Although his steps were not fast, he cleverly started running from the ribs. Just waiting for Kaka to pass the ball, he turned offside and pierced the defense.

Kaka did not disappoint Jiu Ye. He feinted with a few steps and then used his toes to poke a diagonal pass from Cahill's crotch. Inzaghi turned around, and the linesman followed him and ran down. Zhuoyang's eyes widened.

When the ball reaches the player, Everton center back Joseph Yabo sticks closely to Inzaghi on the inside.

The 26-year-old Yabo is the vice-captain of the Nigerian national team. Six years ago, Li Weifeng failed to gain a foothold at Everton because of his complete defeat in the competition with him. Six years later, Yabo has already become a player with experience and experience.

An excellent Premier League center back with all his strengths.

Yabo has lingering fears for Inzaghi. A week ago, he asked the thin and short Jiuye to hit his head from behind for a first-level assist. This is simply a shame and humiliation, similar to being dunked in the NBA. If it were in the NBA,

It's okay to lose to a world-famous player like Inzaghi in terms of movement and points, but it's really annoying to suffer such a huge loss in a head-to-head encounter.

Yabo was very smart. He stuck Inzaghi on the inside so that he could not cross or shoot. Although Inzaghi pretended to shoot several times and deceived him, Yabo returned to his normal defensive posture in an instant.

Inzaghi made a false shot for the third time, then went down to play the ball again, and made a movement with his shoulders to grab his position. Yabo quickly stretched his legs and arms, but Inzaghi fell down in response, and the fall was painful.

Yabo was dumbfounded! Zhuoyang was dumbfounded too!

The Spanish referee Laos blew his whistle tightly and rushed to the scene of the incident. He raised his hand and received a yellow card.

Zhuo Yang's head was full of black threads: Master Jiu, are you too fake? Let alone the referee, not even a dog can fool you?

Yabo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Inzaghi sat on the ground with his head lowered as if he was looking for a crack in the ground. He and Yabo had no contact at all. Not only was there no contact, but the frequency and position were wrong. This flop couldn't be more fake.

"Master Jiu, this...are you showing me the wrong moves?"

"Mistakes, pure mistakes, you know, people always make... horses always make... flowering times... mistakes."

"Actually, if you just forced a shot, you might have it. If you fall like this, I'm afraid you'll have to take off your pants...the gain outweighs the loss." Zhuo Yang said.

"I told you it was a mistake. Is it strange that I am so old?" Inzaghi blushed but remained calm and calm. "Wait a minute and I will show you a true diving at the highest level. I believe it."

I!"

"Don't believe it! Don't turn around and get punished if you fail to fall properly. The cavalry team is reluctant to scold you. You know it was me who instigated it. Humph, I don't want to be quiet for half a month." Zhuo Yang looked at Inzaghi in his eyes.

Full of the word 'talking'. "Besides, we don't lack penalty kicks. We can win if we play normally, so why bother!"

"Zhuoyang, what you said hurt my heart. I'm very sad. I have to throw myself down today to let you know that Pibo is not just a talker."

"If you have the ability, you can score a hat trick? I believe you are not a talker."
Chapter completed!