When the game kicked off again, Descartes quickly learned the tricks that Miriavaka had taught his minions.

It's a stunt that is supposed to have nothing to do with football, and it's not only trying to hit you physically, but also psychologically.

This trick is what we call "trash talk".

Trash talk was originally coined as a technical term on the basketball court to refer to the behavior of those who use language to psychologically attack opposing players.

In the NBA, there have been countless trash talk experts, Barkley, Payton, Joe gang leader...... These big-name players are all trash talk masters who have emerged from the sea of corpses and blood.

Thanks to the extreme proximity of the opposing sides on the basketball court, trash talk has become a beautiful but headache scenery on the basketball court.

I don't know how many rookies who have just entered the NBA have been not only physically ravaged by their predecessors, but also psychologically annihilated a hundred times, a hundred times.

Noah, who once regarded Garnett as an idol, swore with red eyes like a reporter in front of Garnett's blind sentence "who is he": "My room used to be plastered with his posters, but from today onwards, he will be my enemy!" ”

The rookies simply can't resist the all-round three-dimensional attacks of their predecessors, from physical to verbal.

And I don't know when it started, trash talk also appeared on the football field, and many "singing and crying" stories emerged.

On January 15, 1996, Manchester United visited Crystal Palace's Selhurst Stadium, and the match ended 1-1, but it was not the Crystal Palace players who took the credit, but their fan Simmons.

At the time, Manchester United's captain Eric Cantona was found out for revenge on the opposing player. Shaw was sent off the field, and as he walked into the exit of the stands, Simmons, a Crystal Palace fan, suddenly rushed down and cursed the words about Cantona's mother, which caused Cantona to be furious, and then, with the testimony of tens of thousands of spectators, Cantona showed the world the shadowless legs he had learned from the Shaolin Temple in China.

The difficulty of this kick is not in his handsome posture when he flew out, but in the fact that after he fell on the railing, he actually stood up without a and continued to pursue the arrogant fan!

I secretly thought that since Cantona later entered the film industry, he should find Hong Kong director Mr. Tsui Hark to cooperate and continue the entangled love story of Foshan Wong Fei Hung and Aunt Thirteen.

It was trash talk from the fans, and the result was that Eric Cantona was banned for eight months by the English Football Association, and United lost the league and FA Cup titles the following season. And since then, Cantona has disappeared from the French national team, which has become a regret in the hearts of many fans.

Simmons, a fan who has since become famous and a hero in the hearts of Crystal Palace fans.

And that's just one example of trash talk on the sidelines, and there's more exciting than that, appearing on the pitch.

In the 2006 World Cup final, France played Italy.

Yes, you all know who I'm talking about, right?

"The great Italian central defender" Mr. Materazzi, in the 109th minute of extra time, said to French superstar Zinedine Zidane, "You are an ungrateful dog raised by Italy".

This sentence can't be said to be hurtful, let alone a big man like Zidane? So Qi Bald rose up and pushed it into Materazzi's chest.

This top, since then, Qi bald and football have forgotten in the rivers and lakes; At this top, Materazzi became an Italian hero; On this top, Henry, Trezeguet, Thuram, Bacchus, Vieira, Makellele, how many of the twilight heroes of the French team dreamed of nothing, and finally lost their hearts and minds at the distance of that crown.

Materazzi proved to everyone that when God could not lead Italy to victory, he only needed one word.

If Italy had three kingdoms, the Italian media would definitely compare Materazzi to the arrogant Guan Erye, who would take the head of the enemy general in the midst of thousands of troops and laughter, which was simply effortless.

All he did was squirt.

Now, Descartes learned the power of trash talk on the pitch.

The Inter midfielder probably saw that he could no longer conquer Descartes physiologically, so he turned his mind to psychological warfare.

When Descartes received the ball again, he not only increased the action of tacking, but also proudly showed off to Descartes after destroying the ball: "Little man, you were just lucky, from now on, you will not be able to get a football once." ”

Descartes didn't care at first, just glanced at the big, dark, hard stupid man with disdain, and ran away on his own.

A second verbal attack then ensued.

This time "black and hard" cut down Descartes like a tree, but instead of apologizing, he condescendingly shouted at Descartes: "Stand up, you liar, I didn't touch you at all, you are as soft as the things in my toilet!" ”

A wave of anger burned in Descartes' heart, and he rolled up from the ground and glared angrily at the big stupid man.

The stupid big man was not stage frightened at all, and he also widened his white eyes, and confronted him like a Cartesian cockfight.

The referee quickly arrived, pulled the two sides apart, and one of them gave a warning.

Descartes was indignant at this, and chased after the referee and shouted: "Sir, he should have been given at least a yellow card for what he did just now, and you can't indulge him like that." ”

The referee pressed his hands down to signal him to calm down, and said as he retreated: "I know the little guy, if you continue to play, I will pay attention to him." ”

Less than two minutes after that little clash, Descartes won the ball again, and this time, the Inter midfielder reached out between his legs and not only poked the ball away, but also pinned it inside his thigh.

Descartes jumped up subconsciously, then turned around sharply, grabbed the collar of the lower back and roared, "What are you going to do, do you want to kick my balls?!" ”

The Inter midfielder spread his hands innocently and said: "Of course not, I thought you didn't have that thing at all." ”

Descartes' eyes instantly turned red, and he threw his fist with all his might.

The big black man, who has always behaved very toughly, suddenly became a generation of "cute girls" at this time, he covered his face, screamed like a little girl and fell down, and at the same time rolled on the ground 3 times on the left and right, a picture that had been disfigured.

At this time, everyone on and off the field was stunned.

The referee flew over, showed Descartes a ruby card of war, and then pointed firmly to the sidelines.

Descartes was already mad at this time, and roared loudly at the referee: "Are you blind, obviously he fouled first!" You said you would look at him, where did you see it? Have your eyes been on the little girl next to you? ”

The referee's face turned pale, and then he straightened his chest again, pointing his hand firmly to the sidelines.

Descartes wanted to continue yelling at the referee, but his teammates had already rushed to him, and in order to avoid incurring a more severe punishment, they hurriedly pulled him off the court and pinned him firmly to the sidelines.

Descartes looked at the Inter midfielder, who was still tossing and turning on the ground, and his heart was full of nausea and discomfort, so he shook his hand and walked straight out of the field.

The moment Descartes stepped off the court, there was no suspense about the outcome of the game.

Although the young players of the Pavia junior team then fought hard to resist the attack from Inter Milan, they still lost 1:3 in the end.

It was Descartes' most disgusting defeat since he started playing.

He was defeated not at the feet of the enemy, but at the mouth of the enemy.

His good impression of Inter Milan was ruined in this game, and in the young man's heart, Inter had become the most hateful enemy in his life, and there was no one for the time being.

After the game, he was received individually by the head coach, Mr. Mancard, without any suspense.

"Descartes, I'm very, very, very disappointed with your performance today!" Mr. Mancard gets straight to the point, directly expressing his anger with three "very".

But Descartes didn't think it was his fault, he stubbornly said with a stiff neck: "Monsieur Mancard, you can't blame me for this, it's that stupid big guy who is so hateful, he has been chirping around me all the time, insulting not only my skills, but also my personality, I just made a legitimate counterattack, I don't think I did anything wrong!" ”

"No, you're wrong!" Mr. Mankaard said solemnly: "Your mistake is that you are not aware of your position and responsibility in the team, Descartes, have you ever thought that although your actions on the court have relieved you, what will happen to your companions? ”

"They gave 200 per cent and tried desperately to hold Inter out for 45 minutes, for what? So that you can lead them to victory and gain respect when you get on the field, but what did you do?! You allowed yourself to be a thug on the pitch, you made every drop of sweat and blood of your teammates go to waste, are you right? That's how you fulfill your responsibilities? That's how you became a hero of Italy?! You're falling! You've ruined the blood and sweat of your teammates, and you don't deserve to be the heart of Pavia! ”

This scolding made Descartes feel like a Bodhi empowerment, and all the rage that had raged before suddenly melted away.

He thought about his pre-match ambition, how he inspired his teammates to fight for dignity, and how everyone looked at him.

But all this disappeared with his own punch.

All he can recall now is the unwilling and lonely expressions of his teammates when they left the training ground on Sbalboro Road, the proud and disdainful eyes of the young players of the Inter junior team, and the stupid big man who made him angry but unable to do anything.

Am I really wrong?

Descartes began to reflect on his actions.

For this game, his teammates worked the pitch to sweat, they are not "genius teenagers", they are just a group of school students who love football, they simply love football, eager to win, to be recognized.

But their own impulsiveness ruined their dream of a beautiful football, even if they played beautifully? His team now has 1 win, 3 draws and 3 defeats, and they have fallen to the bottom of the leaderboard.

No great player will take his team to the bottom of the rankings, never.

He only cares about showing himself, but ignores the feelings of his teammates and the expectations of him, and while he is still complacent about his highlight, his teammates are fighting to win the team.

They held their ground like warriors for forty-five minutes at a time, and then waited for themselves to lead them to the final victory, but they ......

For the first time, Descartes shed tears of remorse, and he looked at Monsieur Mancald in a daze, and finally choked up and said, "I'm sorry......"

Mr. Mancard's eyes were red, he gently rubbed his hair, and said in a deep voice: "You shouldn't have said this to me, you should let your teammates hear, go, go and tell them that you will not let them down again." ”

Descartes nodded vigorously, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and resolutely walked to his teammates who were still sweating on the court.

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ps: I quietly added an extra chapter.,I'm going to send it out tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock to try to hit the list.,I don't know if there's hope for wood My hope lies all in you.,Brothers.,Please help me tie it up tomorrow.,Let me see the tickets you wave.,Haha.。