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Chapter 389

"What's going on since you started this season?"

It was a quiet night. Long Bisheng, Ning Xi and Lu Xiaoshan had finished their meal, made a cup of tea and were about to watch TV in comfort. Ning Xi, who came out of the kitchen, asked Long Bisheng casually while wiping her hands.

"What's going on?" Long Bisheng replied in surprise.

Ning Xi looked at Long Bisheng, then sat down on the sofa beside her, and said with a half-smile, "Don't you really feel that your performance this season is different from before?"

"Different?" Long Bisheng's eyes lit up, and he leaned over: "Do you think I play more beautifully on the court? Unlike before, I only knew how to use my body to rampage, but lacked beautiful dribbles and passes... In the last game against Newcastle, I passed Maicon and Dawson in a row!"

Lu Xiaoshan, who had been listening to them with his chin propped up, suddenly interrupted: "But Brother Long, you lost [-]-[-] in the last match."

Long Bisheng turned his head to look at Lu Xiaoshan, and Lu Xiaoshan stared at him with wide eyes. Long Bisheng was defeated, and said with a wry smile: "Then what can we do? Newcastle is too strong. They even sit on the bench with international players from various European powers. What about us? Add me and Li Jie, and there are only seven international players."

"Even if that's the case, it's not like you lost three goals at home... Hoffenheim has never had any famous stars, and the top star Ibisevic is just a so-called late bloomer, but in the Bundesliga, your performance is very good. Even if there is a certain gap between the Bundesliga and the Premier League, will the gap be so big? I have watched all Hoffenheim games this season, and I found that the problem is..." She pointed at Long Bisheng: "Your body!"

"No way, I scored three goals." Long Bisheng shook his head and said.

"That's right, you scored three goals, but in reality? Your role on the court this season is not as great as last season! Let me ask you, why do you always like to pull outside the penalty area to get the ball in games this season, and then choose to break through?" Ning Xi asked.

"Isn't that good? A striker is always in the penalty area and it's easy to be marked to death. Only by pulling out of the penalty area can the opponent be hard to defend. Besides, my dribbling skills are also very good now. Against Dortmund, I scored after two consecutive goals." Long Bisheng explained.

Ning Xi stared at Long Bisheng, then sighed.

"Is that true?" she said softly.

Long Bisheng blushed, Lu Xiaoshan continued her image just now, with her hands resting on her chin, looked at Ning Xi, then at Long Bisheng, with a curious smile on her face.

"I... I feel that if I always fight with the opponent's defender in the penalty area, I look like a coolie... When I go outside the penalty area to get the ball and break through, I get cheers from the fans... More, I like to get the cheers from the fans, that's the most interesting way to play football." Long Bisheng finished his speech hesitantly.

"I was just skeptical at first, because your performance in the Asian Cup was the same as before, but after returning to Germany, you changed the way you play football. I thought it was because you were too tired, so you wanted to save some energy. After all, you played a lot of games last season, and you didn't have much rest this summer...but after the FIFA match day, your performance is still the same, so I'm sure you did it on purpose." Ning Xi shook her head and said, Long Bisheng nodded again and again, obviously what Ning Xi said reached his heart.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Lu Xiaoshan blinked and said, "Fans always like to see wonderful dribbles and dribbles. Since Big Brother Long can dribble and score, such goals are more exciting than grabbing points in front of the goal."

"That's true." Ning Xi patiently explained to Lu Xiaoshan, but she actually said it to Long Bisheng: "But not all players can do this... Maybe you will ask: 'Why can other people do it, but I can't?' There will always be differences between people. This society needs scientists as well as cleaners. The same is true on the football field. It needs gorgeous attackers and coolie blue-collar workers."

"Then why does Big Brother Long have to be a blue-collar worker?" Lu Xiaoshan defended Long Bisheng.

Ning Xi laughed: "Ask Aaron...Aaron, what do you rely on to gain a foothold in the professional player circle? Is it your Marseilles turn, the ox tail, long-distance raids, or you fought with the opponent's defender in the penalty area, created opportunities for teammates again and again, and scored one after another. Not exciting but real goals? Mr. Long Bisheng?"

Long Bisheng was silent. Ning Xi's words made him feel a little uncomfortable, but his rationality told him that Ning Xi's words were correct. He was able to gain a foothold in the professional football circle by working hard in the penalty area, completing one after another header ferry and those seemingly simple and rude goals without technical content.

If it weren't for those goals, he wouldn't be able to get the two league top scorers in Leeds, and he wouldn't be able to squeeze the meritorious striker Obasi to the bench as soon as he came to Hoffenheim, let alone score [-] league goals in the first season after landing in the Bundesliga.

In the final stage against Middlesbrough, he scored the excellent goal of Marseilles turning and oxtail that made Leeds fans crazy. Even a year later, the video of this goal was often downloaded. He scored such a wonderful barb against Spain. Get the attention of so many Chinese fans.

Fantastic goals are indispensable in the world of football, but such goals will not appear too many, at least not more than ordinary goals. If a wonderful goal does not help the team's victory or points, then it will lose its value. What fans want is not just a wonderful goal, they also want victory and results.

Compared with the process, the result seems to be more important. Even if you use the ugliest way to win the championship, you are still the champion. Even if you use the most magnificent offense to only win the runner-up, then you will still only be the runner-up. The champion will be engraved in history, and the runner-up will only disappear in the wind with the passage of time.

After a great shooter retires, the most valuable thing is the number of goals he scored, not how wonderful goals he scored. A mediocre shooter who scored more than 100 goals in his career will always get more nostalgia than a player who only scored ten world waves in his career.

If a striker always relies on gorgeous skills to please the fans but fails to bring victory to the team, then the fans will get tired of it sooner or later. Only one real goal after another can make the fans cheer for him forever.

"Give up those flashy skills." Ning Xi stared at Long Bisheng: "Don't forget, bravely fight against opponents in the penalty area, spare no effort to run in a wide area in the frontcourt, constantly create opportunities for teammates, and constantly impact the opponent's defense. This kind of Long Bisheng is the one who won the two top scorers in Leeds, and the one who scored nineteen goals in the Bundesliga last season. But a center forward with exquisite skills. You are you, your header, height, confrontation ability and tactical execution ability are the most important things for you. You are unique. There is no need to learn from others, just be yourself, that is enough.”

Long Bisheng's face turned red. As expected, Ning Xi was the person who knew him best, and she was also the first person to see that his recent ups and downs were not due to his state and physical fitness.

"How do you know that I'm learning from Ibrahimovic?" Long Bisheng asked in a low voice, it was so funny to see such a big and thick guy cautiously, even Lu Xiaoshan next to him couldn't help laughing.

"I don't know you yet. You've been watching Ibrahimovic's game videos these days, from Ajax to Newcastle, from Inter Milan to Barcelona..." Ning Xi smiled and said, "But what do you know? Although Ibrahimovic is a rare talent in world football, he can always score unbelievable goals. He has left a deep imprint in Newcastle, Inter Milan and Barcelona, ​​but in the eyes of Newcastle fans, he is not as good as Shearer. In the eyes of Inter Milan fans, He is not as good as Vieri. In the minds of Barcelona fans, he is not as good as Eto'o...not only because he can't stay in every place for long, but also because he is not a particularly prolific shooter. He spends a lot of time on the court, but fans still like those shooters who can keep scoring goals. Aaron, you can be a prolific shooter, but you may not be able to be a gorgeous striker. In this case, why do you insist? "

"I think I understand." Long Bicheng nodded slowly. He really understood: "I was stunned by my achievements, thinking that I could do more on the court ... I was wrong, I am a blue -collar forward, the bitterness center, there is no need to do those things I am not good at ... Drobba can always occupy the main position of Newcastle. It can shake his position because he can do dirty and score. I think he should be my goal. "

Having figured it out, Long Bisheng laughed happily, and his mood became better. He smiled and said to Ning Xi, "Ning Xi, Ning Xi, you are really my good wife!"

"Damn!" Ning Xi raised her brows upside down, "You're not timid now, you dare to tease my old lady!"

Long Bisheng shrank his neck with a smile: "Don't dare, dare not..."

He didn't notice that Lu Xiaoshan on the side had already pouted, looking unhappy.

(End of this chapter)