[Football] in Belgium We Only Play with Talent

Cyril van Looy. A deceptively handsome face, a pair of bright and bright smile, and pitiful blue eyes with lowered eyes. He is gifted in dribbling and passing, and he ignores defenders when sprinting. He can go down and cut inside. After losing the ball, he not only counterattacks immediately, but also chases back to defend with a Frisbee in his mouth. He's pretty much one of the best winger templates you can imagine. According to an unnamed Belgian dressing room insider: "Cyril... Is a very special person. Even his name is middle ground. He connects easily with others, just like Eden (Hazard), and he has a particularly good relationship with Eden." "He never seems to know what pressure is. In other words, the more stressful the moment, the happier it is for him." - "Goals, assists, the number of chances created, these are all important. But compared to the statistical tables in the newspapers after the game, I think the most attractive thing about football is when you stand on the field and hear tens of thousands of people hold their breath at the same time because of a single touch of the ball." "I play football because I like the feeling." "Of course, I also like to win." - I don't know how to write copy, but in short this is a Belgian story. The goal is a grand slam. National team Belgium, clubs from Ajax to Barcelona. It's not a purely enjoyable novel, and the protagonist will also lose. Maybe it could be a serious football article... Maybe! Well, maybe it's not particularly orthodox. There are a lot of games, post-games and daily life. The beginning is the 2016 European Cup. CP Hazard, the main attacker. Please support Huang Saroju (future version.)Owo Some champions of Hui Butterfly apologize in advance Purpose: pursue love