"Mario..."

"Mario..."

In the dormitory of the training base, Balotelli lay in front of the bed, repeatedly playing his goals, and scoring two consecutive goals, which was the first time this season.

Although he will not be on the Champions League roster tomorrow, he still came here to sleep with Dong Fangzhuo. Of course, maybe he just wanted to continue to share the joy of scoring the league goals with Dong Fangzhuo.

Most of the time his thoughts are very simple and not so complicated, so he raised his double middle fingers to Porto fans at the Dragon Stadium without hesitation. It was simple and without any impurities.

Dong Fangzhuo leaned against the edge of the bed with a pillow, looking at the focused Balotelli.

I thought to myself, to be honest, Balotelli is really the most outstanding player of the young Italian generation, but his mind is sometimes not good. People used to say that if Balotelli was a little normal, he could really achieve great success. However, Balotelli destroyed himself, and this kind of destruction was not as destructive as other stars, but was simply a very naive behavior.

However, if Balotelli lacks these naiveties, is he still full of imagination and imaginative Balotelli? Dong Fangzhuo really feels a pity for Balotelli in his previous life.

Therefore, he felt that he had the responsibility to lead Balotelli well, even if it was a little better or a little stronger.

he,

It is the future of Italy after all.

Without him, where is Italy's future?

"Mario, I find you've grown up a little bit."

"Yeah," Balotelli grinned, still intoxicated by his goal.

In fact, his two goals were very ordinary, and they scored in the penalty area, one was a powerful shot, and the other was a sprint to score. But for a striker, as long as he scored a goal, no matter what method he used, even if he was eating cakes every time, there was no problem, because measuring whether a striker was awesome is the number of goals, not the awesome way he scored.

Of course, like Messi and Dong Fangzhuo, they are both awesome and the best goals, but how many such players can be found in this world?

"Mario,"

"I want to ask you a question." Dong Fangzhuo sat up from the bed and planned to talk to Balotelli about Italy.

"Ask, I'll listen." Balotelli was still like a child.

"Who do you think is the best striker in Italy now?"

?

Balotelli immediately asked a question mark on his head, and his expression became very serious at this moment. He quickly sat up and told Dong Fangzhuo very seriously: "Of course it's me."

There is no doubt about this! But he saw a different answer in Dong Fangzhuo's eyes, because Dong Fangzhuo was also shaking his head at the same time.

"Is there anyone else?"

Balotelli pouted, obviously a little unhappy, "You don't think it's Rossi?"

"No, no, no, he is not as good as me, he is not as good as me, I am the strongest forward in Italy."

"If you only look at these two league games, yes, you are indeed the strongest striker in Italy." Dong Fangzhuo smiled slightly and continued to brainwash, "But what do you think from the whole season?"

The whole season...

This time it was Balotelli's turn to be confused. If you say the whole season...

He started to beat his fingers, "I scored 2 in the Italian Cup, 2 in the Champions League, and the league..."

He thought for a long time before he remembered the number of goals in the league, "The league seems to be 10."

"Yes, all your goals add up to 14."

"No, no, I still have 4 Italian youth teams. I scored 18 goals in total."

"Okay, just think you scored 18 goals. But Rossi has scored 17 goals in La Liga, and he has 4 goals in the Champions League. If I remember correctly, there are 4 goals in the Olympics, and there are also REU REU REU REU? It's almost 30. How dare you say you are the best striker in Italy?"

Dong Fangzhuo listed Rossi's data, Balotelli finally lowered his arrogant head. The fact is in front of him. He is not Italy's best striker, and he can't beat Rossi for his goal.

"Well, I don't score as many goals as he did."

"But I will definitely be the number one striker in Italy! One day."

"Haha," Dong Fangzhuo suddenly sneered, "I don't deny that you may become the number one striker one day, but you are not now. Only when you become a fact can you dare to say this. The fact is that you can score more than a dozen goals less than him. You have wasted too much time this season. You could have become the best forward in Italy this season, but you missed it."

"..." Balotelli actually found himself speechless.

"But……"

"But I'm still young." He still tried to make an excuse for himself.

"young?"

"It's just that while you're young, you have to achieve your goals as soon as possible."

"You have to try to change your mind and can't be like before. I know many coaches and teammates have talked with you like this, but have you ever thought that Italy wouldn't be able to do without you?"

"Yes, what should Italy do without me? It's really impossible to rely on that boy Rossi. He can't do it. He really can't bear Italy, only I can."

"Just understand," Dong Fangzhuo smiled again, "Since you want to be Italy's number one striker and carry Italy forward, then you shouldn't let Rossi be the number one striker now. You have to take it back immediately and prove that you are excellent in every game."

"I understand!" Balotelli nodded immediately, as if he had been taught.

"Well, that's right."

"Then I won't consider assisting you from tomorrow. I have to find a way to score my own goal!"

"My grass!" Dong Fangzhuo almost fell off the bed, "I don't mean that..."

"Asses are still required to assist, but it depends on the situation. Goals are also required to be scored, but they are not the focus, the focus is on your attitude."

"I'll use this example, for example, let's go and find a girl to check in a room."

"The key point is not how many shots you have played with this girl, but how to achieve quality. If you are satisfied, what method and attitude do you use to please the other party."

"I said so, do you understand?"

Balotelli held his chin and thought quickly... A woman, shooting, many keywords made his eyes lit up.

After a long time, he finally let out a long breath.
Chapter completed!