The Real Madrid special plane landed at Heathrow Airport. Wang Ai cheered up and walked down the ramp. Huang Xin was followed by him, and behind him were his teammates and their families. There were many nominations for Real Madrid on this trip, and the celebration banquet was all booked.
Well, tonight in London is a carnival within Real Madrid.
After boarding a special car and driving out of the airport, they dispersed after arriving at the hotel. The star players had no leisure all day long. In addition to the activities arranged by FIFA, there were also activities for their respective sponsors, as well as invitations from local British media.
Not to mention the two super giants such as Wang Ai and Cristiano Ronaldo, their respective agents are so busy that they have to find time to eat.
Finally in the evening, Wang Ai finally finished the whole day's trivial work. He returned to the hotel to take a breath, had a simple meal and rested for a while. After receiving a call from the FIFA contact person, he went out and boarded a special car. There was also a special car.
Cristiano Ronaldo was also picked up and dropped off, while other team members, regardless of whether they had a chance to win awards, were all picked up and dropped off by bus.
Wang Ai's car followed Ronaldo's car and slowly stopped not far from the Patron Saint Theater. The car in front stopped in front of the red carpet. Ronaldo got out of the car first and waited for his girlfriend Georgina to come out and appear together.
The reporter took photos, and then the two of them walked in. Seeing this scene, Huang Xin was inexplicably nervous. Compared with Ronaldo's simple suit and Georgina's relatively simple evening dress, Wang Ai was still in a Chinese dress with a small haircut.
, small round neck, very energetic, while Huang Xin is slightly conservative, wearing flat shoes, floral skirt, long-sleeved top, and not even a piece of jewelry or even a watch.
"Don't look, your identity is my manager. Because my wife is in China, I brought you here." Wang Ai said cheerfully: "Such an ordinary outfit is suitable for your public identity."
Huang Xin rolled her eyes at Wang Ai charmingly, but she was no longer nervous. When the car slowly stopped, Wang Ai got out of the car and closed the door. The car seemed to be illuminated by thunder for an instant, and the heavy door could not stop the crazy fans.
Shouting, Huang Xin's heart beat violently again.
The car door beside her opened, and Wang Ai's hand reached in. Huang Xin took a deep breath, grabbed Wang Ai's hand, and got out of the car.
The cheers were still so hot. Huang Xin saw many people wearing sky blue jerseys from the crowd. It turned out that they were Chelsea fans.
"They still miss you?" Huang Xin asked in a low voice while walking next to Wang Ai.
"I'm surprised too." Wang Ai replied in a low voice while waving to the former fans.
Soon, the two of them walked into the lobby and came to the sign-in area. There was no need to sign in. Here, they only had to stand in front of the FIFA logo and let the media take photos. Here, Huang Xin took the initiative to take off Wang Ai's shirt.
Hands, like anxious Cinderella.
Wang Ai did not force it, but tried his best to show the light of one of the three super giants, making Huang Xin look even dimmer... This is a role designed by the family, and everyone must play it well.
Entering the hall, I was naturally guided by the staff to sit down in the middle of the first row in front of the stage. On the left were Cristiano Ronaldo and Georgina, and on the right were Messi and Antonella. Wang Ai first reached out to Georgina to shake her hand.
Wang Ai shook Antonella's hand, then turned around and laughed at Messi. The two hugged each other, and then Wang Aichong extended his hand to Antonella and shook it briefly.
Wang Ai showed respect for these two stars of the same status. He never said any unpleasant words from his own mouth at any time and anywhere. He was even very cautious. He usually treated both of them when he was caught by reporters for interviews.
Don't talk if you can, and be vague if you have to. Wang Ai's opinion of the two "friends and rivals" wives is not as good as the two of them. Georgina Yan is aggressive and not the type that Wang Ai appreciates, and An
Donella is more reserved, but Wang Ai feels that she is not worthy of Messi.
But she is Macy’s Bai Yueguang...
Wang Ai suddenly sighed, isn't Xu Qinglian his Bai Yueguang? On the other hand, if someone can match the sports achievements of the three of them, they must be either princesses or female sports stars. But princesses are not easy to serve.
I must be too lazy to talk to these three guys. Female sports stars, except for a few, are all big and thick...
Thinking of irrelevant things in his mind, the award ceremony began. After the two hosts chatted for a few words, Wang Ai's former teammate Lampard walked onto the stage with a smile and nodded at Wang Ai. He and Wang Ai
Seedorf announced this year's FIFA best team together.
The three forwards, three super giants, are immovable. The three midfielders are Modric, Kroos, and Iniesta; the back four are Alves, Bonucci, Ramos, and Marcelo;
There is only one goalkeeper, Buffon.
The two of them finished reading the list and nodded to the audience. Wang Ai looked around and saw that the three super giants stood up at the same time in no particular order, and then the other winners in the second row also stood up one after another, amidst the applause that gradually rang out in the hall.
Take the stage one after another.
Lampard and Seedorf were about to leave from the side, and Wang Ai quickly caught up: "Hi, Frank!"
After briefly shaking hands with Seedorf, Wang Ai opened his arms and laughed and hugged Lampard. The two have been teammates for three and a half years. Wang Ai attended the FIFA awards ceremony for the first time with Lampard. Then
The first time he was second, he got a silver medal issued by FIFA. That year, the first place was the demon star Ronaldinho...
It was impossible to talk in depth on such an occasion. A bunch of top international stars were watching in the middle of the stage. Wang Ai left enough photo opportunities for reporters and broke up with Lampard. The last one accepted the silver-gray trumpet trophy. After his teammates
, the opponent stood between Cristiano Ronaldo and Kroos in the back row amid the bustle of joking.
Only then did people clearly realize that even including goalkeeper Buffon, Wang Ai was the tallest, and Cristiano Ronaldo next to him seemed a bit petite.
After the group photo, Seedorf ran up to everyone with his mobile phone and asked him to take a selfie. Everyone happily cooperated with this football senior, and they were in a good mood. It probably has something to do with the humor of today's host.
Otherwise, at least Wang Ai, Messi, and Cristiano Ronaldo wouldn't have such a good mentality. In previous years, the ones who won the award would always smile, and the ones who didn't win would either have long faces or stiff smiles.
After stepping down, Wang Ai played with the small trophy and complained to Huang Xin in Chinese in a low voice: "I wonder if the Croatian designers got inspiration from the civil war in their motherland. This is like a grenade. It doesn't look good at all."
Huang Xin, like Wang Ai, managed her expression well, and took the "grenade" smoothly to save her unreasonable man from throwing it out again: "Didn't you get it last year?"
"I didn't think about it last year." Wang Ai raised his head: "I ran with you last year, but I wasn't in the mood."
This chapter has been completed!