Before this, Lu Feng had never considered the king of football. His original dream was at most a double-produced footballer in the world, and he would do his best to help China win the first World Cup. However, Fernandez's words suddenly made Lu Feng have an idea.

Who is Fernandez? It is impossible to joke about lying to myself. Is his talent really that strong? Since that's the case, why don't I work harder and not squander your talent? Could it be that the King of Football is the King of Football since he was born? Others can do it, but why can't I?

But modesty is necessary.

"Feer, thank you for giving me such a high evaluation, but it's really hard for the King of Football. I will work hard, train hard, and play every game well. As for the final result, it depends on God."

Fernandez smiled, obviously not wanting to continue talking about this issue with Lu Feng. Although he expressed his true evaluation of Lu Feng, he didn't know whether this would be good or bad for Lu Feng's growth. After all, Lu Feng is still too young, and the title of King of Football is indeed too difficult to get.

"If you don't talk about this, what kind of achievements you can achieve in the end depends entirely on yourself. Lu Feng, I want to ask you, what do you think the striker in the true sense should be like."

"The forward is to score goals, and he scores continuously, and that is a forward." Lu Feng's answer was just right.

"Barring nonsense, I'm asking you what type of striker do you think is your favorite."

"The favorite thing is of course Ronaldinho. One person can pass the entire defense line of the opponent, assist teammates, and score free kicks. This kind of striker is the best striker in the world, and my goal is to become a striker like Ronaldinho."

Lu Feng gave his answer without hesitation. Luo Luo has always been Lu Feng's idol. He also has a jersey signed by Luo Luo in his home, which Lu Feng bought after working hard.

Fernandez shook his head, "Although Ronaldo was also a very strong forward at his peak, in my opinion, he is not a truly top forward."

"Who is that?" Lu Feng asked very dissatisfiedly. Luo Xiao is his idol. He swept the world at his peak, and he was not considered a top striker.

Fernandez smiled and asked back.

"Do you remember what I told you to play football with your brain?"

"Remember." Lu Feng nodded. "But what does this mean? Do you mean that Ronaldo doesn't need to use his brain to play football? How did he use his outstanding talents?"

Fernandez shook his head, "Playing with his brain means winning the game in the simplest way on the court, without doing unnecessary things. As a striker, scoring goals is the mission. Therefore, playing with his brain means shooting in the simplest way."

"In my opinion, Fanny and Inzaghi are the real top strikers. It's not how good their skills are, but that they know how to play football with their brains."

Fanny, a top striker who scored goals, is known as a striker who wandered on the penalty area line. These two players have one thing in common, that is, they don’t run much on the court, but they can always appear at the right place at the right time and score the ball.

"Isn't it just that running higher without the ball?" Lu Feng was still dissatisfied.

"This is not a simple question of running a little more without the ball." Fernandez thought about how to describe this problem. After organizing the language, Fernandez spoke. "Just like you often surpass people in games, even in the youth team's game, do you feel dull and make sure you can pass your opponent every time?

Playing football with your brain is not only about running without the ball, but also about observing the situation on the court and making a metronome for the whole game. When is the fast pace, when is the slow pace, where is the gap, and where is the opponent's weakness. Only by learning these can you play football with your brain. Think about it carefully, it is no longer the era when the striker only needs to score goals."

Fernandez's words made Lu Feng fall into deep thought. What Fernandez said was a little incomprehensible for a while, but he told Lu Feng directly that what Fernandez said was right.

Seeing Lu Feng a little stunned, as if thinking. Fernandez looked at the sea in the distance and said casually.

"Actually, I envy your talent and your football talent. To be honest, it's not too high. But what makes me envious is your talent of learning the most. I heard that it took less than a month for you to learn Portuguese. Moreover, recently, I have learned free kicks from me. I have also found that I have made great progress. At most, one week, you can be thoroughly proficient in arc free kicks."

Lu Feng was shocked. What does Fernandez mean? Don’t you want to teach me anymore?

"Fel, don't you want to teach me again?"

Fernandez smiled angrily, "Do you think you can go out, or do you think I can only teach you a free kick in the arc?"

"That's not what it means." Lu Feng waved his hand and explained that Fernandez, as a former world's top striker, could teach himself too much. "I thought you didn't want to teach me anymore."

"Haha." Fernandez laughed, "How is that possible? Since you are willing to learn from me, I will definitely teach you everything I can. The rest depends on your personal understanding. You should know that in order to become the top in the world, besides technology, the most important thing is your personal understanding of football. However, I believe you can do it."

"Well, have you eaten?" Fernandez looked at Lu Feng and asked. "Do you want to have something together?"

Lu Feng shook his head, "No need, Fair, I've eaten it, thank you for your kindness."

"That's it. I'm hungry, I'll go for dinner first." Fernandez patted Lu Feng on the shoulder. "Think about it yourself. There are many beauties on the beach. If you stay for a while, you might have a romantic encounter."

Speaking of this, Fernandez smiled unscrupulously. His smile seemed to Lu Feng no matter how he looked like an old hooligan. Lu Feng shook his head and watched Fernandez walk away. His eyes had already floated to the distance, thinking about what Fernandez said just now.

"By the way, Lu Feng." Fernandez's voice came from behind Lu Feng, and Lu Feng couldn't help but turn his head to look at Fernandez.

"What?"

"Actually, your action of hitting people is quite casual. I am still very interested in teaching me Chinese Kung Fu if I have time."

Lu Feng couldn't help laughing, this old guy.
Chapter completed!