"Of course Ibrahimovic is a genius!" On the way home from the Georgian restaurant, Wang Ai put his left hand around He Wei's shoulder and his right hand around Tao Wei's shoulder, and said drunkenly: "He has almost no shortcomings.
The mind, body, technique and even speed are amazing."
The two of them, who drank more than Wang Ai, were swaying. Tao Wei also put his arm around Wang Ai's shoulders and shook them twice: "No shortcomings?"
"Uh..." In the haze, Wang Ai remembered the advice of Xu Qinglian and Kang Si, and whispered: "Go home, tell me there is someone on the way."
"Oh, yes!" He Wei and Tao Wei nodded frequently.
At home, the hostess Xu Qinglian brought several times of sobering tea. Wang Ai held the lady in his arms and felt that the room was stuffy, so he pulled He Wei and Tao Wei to the second floor terrace, where the Milan October evening breeze blew, and the three of them
Gradually I became energetic.
In the middle of the journey, Kang Si came out and added a thick blanket to each of the three of them. Xu Qinglian didn't want to persuade them for a long time. Men are boys no matter how old they are, and sometimes they like to play. Anyway, it's not too cold in Milan in October, so just be careful.
"Ibrahimovic practices martial arts in private." Wang Ai touched the dog's head in his arms and said the first sentence, which made the two of them completely sober.
"Ah, I haven't looked at the specifics. I heard it from someone, and it seems to have been said by Maxwell. In short, the fact that his big man is so dexterous may have something to do with practicing martial arts." Wang Ai gestured: "Don't
If we look at the small stature of those who practice martial arts and think that big men can't practice, that's actually because the generation of people who still practice martial arts have poor nutritional conditions."
He Wei and Tao Wei did not express their opinions while holding tea. Anyway, they also knew that if Wang Ai got into a mood, he would speak without you asking, and he would speak more coherently without being interrupted.
"I have also practiced some, probably for more than a year. The purpose is to enhance the flexibility of the body and improve the ability to resist collisions, eh, just like the Tai Chi in "Kung Fu"." Wang Ai said with a smile: "
I don’t know what exactly Ibrahimovic practices, but it must be in the martial arts category, which can stretch the muscles, bones and ligaments, so he is not stupid.”
"Not stupid?" He Wei put down the teacup and thought thoughtfully: "It seems like this. Many people over 1.9 meters tall look bulky. He is not very agile."
Tao Wei also put down his tea cup: "A bit like those black people in the NBA, their hands and feet are very coordinated."
Wang Ai nodded: "Yes, Ibrahimovic is like this. So compared with other players, he is a bit...how to put it, a bit bigger, one size bigger than others, do you understand?"
He Wei nodded: "For example, in golf, everyone jumps 50 centimeters, and you can't beat him. In collision, everyone has the strength of 100 kilograms, and he weighs more, so you can't hit him. In terms of speed, his frequency is about the same as yours, but his steps
His frame is larger than others, so others can't outrun him. His field of vision is higher than others, and he can see further, so he naturally receives more information, reacts more accurately, is more alert, and is faster... Hey, what you said, Xiao Wang, makes sense.
Yes?"
Wang Ai chuckled: "That's what it is. In fact, in terms of diligence, he is no better than others, but he controlled his height and weight very well, and finally relied on this to achieve the victory between heavyweight and light weight on the court.
magnitude of effect.”
Tao Wei crossed his legs, felt the direction of the wind, and lit a cigarette easily: "Can he win two awards? Oh, not this year, but in the future?"
Wang Ai frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "It's difficult. The next ten years will be the era of me, Ronaldo, and Messi. He is better than us..."
Speaking of this, Wang Ai shook his head again: "The candidates for the two awards are all extremely talented. Lampard, Henry, Drogba and Eto'o at their peak were all less dominant than him, but they are all
Lose. Even Crespo was not much behind him in his peak period, it won't work. If you want to win two awards, in addition to collective honor and personal talent, you must also have something that is obviously a level higher than others in the same year.
.”
"What?" He Wei asked curiously.
Wang Ai thought for a while and then said: "It should be hard work, haha, this is cliche, but it is also true. Even for every professional player in the front row, the judges are all looking at it. What kind of foundation do you have? What kind of foundation do you have?"
Everyone has an estimate of where the upper limit is. Unless you win the World Cup and are still the core, relying on such hard things to win votes, the judges have expectations for each candidate in their hearts, and they expect you to achieve the highest level through hard work.
An ideal state.”
Tao Wei frowned: "Is this the peak of being forced out?"
"Yes." Wang Ai nodded: "Whether it is China or Europe, hard work is a good quality recognized by the public, and its importance is no less than talent. Although no one will say this during the selection, after all, it cannot be counted.
But everyone is doing this. Everyone knows whether you have worked hard enough, so emotionally speaking, if two players have similar performances, they will definitely tend to the one who works harder and the one who favors the judges more.
.”
Having said this, Wang Ai put down the twitching lady in his arms and spread his hands: "For the judges, the stars in their sights who produce something that surprises them through unremitting efforts are easy to be praised. And a star's
If the performance does not exceed expectations, it will be difficult to be praised. Ibrahimovic's body is his advantage and also his disadvantage. If he cannot work harder and show more than expected based on the talent of his existing body,
If he doesn’t have something, he won’t be able to win the favor of the two awards.”
He Wei hugged his shoulders: "Sweden has no chance of winning the World Cup and European Cup."
Wang Ai looked at He Wei and nodded: "Yes, he has no chance in honorary events. In commercial events, if he does not perform as expected, then he will fall into the opponent's coach's calculations, although he will still score goals, and even score goals."
It’s a lot, but it’s hard to save the game. You know, I won the Golden Globe last year because I came up with something that the judges didn’t expect in many major competitions and broke records again and again. This is how I broke through the judges again and again.
Imagine, in the end, I snatched the Ballon d'Or from Kaká without winning the Champions League."
Tao Wei breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "To put it this way, your teammate is quite unlucky. Being with you, Ronaldo, and Messi, he has a chance to win the Champions League, but he is not the number one star. He is not with you.
, and there is almost no chance of winning the Champions League, he still has no chance."
Wang Ai and He Wei both laughed, and He Wei concluded: "In the final analysis, Xiao Wang is right. His body is so good that it restricts his subjective initiative to a certain extent. He was originally a center forward, but he just couldn't
Pursuing the outside role as a shadow forward is a waste of his talent."
Speaking of this, He Wei shook his head regretfully: "Even if we are judges, we can't look down on such people."
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