Chapter 788 Italy’s No. 1 Forward

"Mario..."

"Mario..."

In the dormitory of the training base, Balotelli was lying in front of the bed, playing his goals repeatedly. It was the first time for him to score two goals in a row this season.

Although he cannot enter the Champions League squad tomorrow, he still came here to sleep with Dong Fangzhuo. Of course, maybe he just wanted to continue to share the joy of scoring goals in the league with Dong Fangzhuo.

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

Dong Fangzhuo leaned against the edge of the bed with his pillow and looked at the focused Balotelli.

I was thinking in my heart, to be honest, Balotelli is really the most outstanding player of the young generation in Italy, but his brain sometimes doesn't work well. People used to say that if Balotelli was a little normal, he would really He can have high achievements, but Balotelli destroyed himself, and this destruction was not caused by self-destruction like other stars, but simply some very childish behavior.

However, if Balotelli lost these naiveties, would he still be the imaginative and unconstrained Balotelli? Dong Fangzhuo really felt sorry for Balotelli in his previous life.

Therefore, he feels that he has the responsibility to lead Balotelli well, even if it means becoming a little better or stronger.

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It is Italy's future after all.

Where is Italy's future without him?

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

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

In fact, his two goals were very ordinary. They were scored in the penalty area. One was a powerful volley, and the other was a sprint outflank goal. But for a forward, as long as he scores goals, no matter what method he uses, there is no problem even if he gets the cake every time, because the measure of whether a striker is good is the number of goals in itself, not the way he uses it. What an awesome way to score a goal.

Of course, it is best to be as good as Messi and Dong Fangzhuo who can score goals, but how many such players are there in the world?

"Mario,"

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

"Ask, I'm listening." Balotelli was still acting like a child.

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

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Balotelli's head immediately had a question mark, and his expression became very serious. He quickly sat up, and then told Dong Fangzhuo 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 also shook his head at the same time.

"Is there anyone else?"

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

"No, no, no, he is not as good as me, he is not as good as me, I am the strongest striker 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 then continued to brainwash, "But if you look at the entire season, what do you think?"

All season long…

This time it was Balotelli's turn to be confused. For the whole season...

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

He thought for a long time, and then remembered the number of goals in the league, "It seems like 10 in the league."

"Yeah, all your goals combined are only 14."

"No, no, I also scored four with the Italian youth team. I scored 18 goals in total."

"Okay, just assume you have scored 18 goals. But Rossi has already scored 17 goals in La Liga. He also scored 4 goals in the Champions League. If I remember correctly, he also scored 4 goals in the Olympics. There’s also the Copa del Rey, right? That’s almost 30 in total. How dare you say you’re the best striker in Italy?”

After Dong Fangzhuo listed Rossi’s data,

Balotelli finally lowered his arrogant head. The fact is before his eyes that he is not Italy's best striker and his goals can't compete with Rossi's.

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

"But I will definitely be Italy's number one striker! One day."

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

"..." Balotelli found himself speechless.

"But……"

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

"young?"

"It's just while you're young, so you have to hurry up and achieve your goals."

"You have to try to change some of your thinking. You can't be the same as before. I know many coaches and teammates have talked to you like this, but have you ever thought that Italy would not be able to survive without you?"

"Yeah, what will Italy do without me? It's really impossible to rely on that boy Rossi. He can't do it. He really can't carry Italy. Only I can."

"As long as you 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. Prove that you are good enough every game.”

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

"Well, that's right."

"Then starting from tomorrow, I won't think about assisting you. I will find a way to score goals myself!"

"Damn it!" Dong Fangzhuo almost fell off the bed, "That's not what I meant..."

"You still have to assist, but it depends on the situation. You also have to score goals, but that's not the point. The point is your attitude."

"Let me use an analogy. For example, let's go find a girl and check out a room."

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

"I said this, do you understand?"

Balotelli held his chin and thought quickly... woman, sex, so many keywords made his eyes light up.

After a long time, he finally let out a long breath.

"I understand. No wonder I failed the last few times. It turns out that my method and attitude were wrong... Then next time I should ask the girl first to see how many times he likes to come, or whether he should come for a longer time. of……"

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