"At noon on the 24th BJ time, the plane of China's famous football star Wang Ai landed at Guangzhou Baiyun Airport. He will attend the first China Golden Globe Awards ceremony in the evening. It is worth mentioning that this plane is privately owned by him, which is also
The first private jet owned by a sports star in China. Different from the controversy encountered by a comedian after purchasing a private jet a few years ago, almost no one paid attention to Wang Ai's jet, which seemed to be a very common thing. Probably because of the international
Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo, who are at the same level as him, have already had private jets. In addition, the name of this plane is very unique, completely different from the ordinary ones, and it seems to have nothing to do with him. "Textile Female Worker" makes people feel
It’s hard to connect with a star, it has a bit of the Northeastern temperament of the 1980s. I don’t know what this big star thinks about, maybe it’s just his special taste.”
"What are you looking at, boss?"
"Ah?" Wang Ai raised his head and shook his phone: "I'm looking at people's yin and yang. When did you come?"
Zhao Xuri was dressed in a neat suit: "I've been here for a long time, boss. When you came in, you greeted me around and ignored me!"
"Ah... I feel that since we are so acquainted, we shouldn't be polite. I'll say hello to the unfamiliar ones first and then forget about them. My assistant told me that the Southern Newspaper is full of weird things."
"Let me take a look." Zhao Xuri snatched away Wang Ai's phone unceremoniously: "It's quite normal."
"Have you never experienced this kind of treatment, or is it just disgusting and numb?" Wang Ai snatched back the phone.
"Hey, that's it. Who said that Northeast China was better in the past? Now that people are rich, why can't they feel proud?"
Wang Ai shook his head: "Remember what I told you in class before? Who hates collectivism the most? Who hates patriotism the most? Those are all American dogs."
Zhao Xuri was so happy that he put his arms around Wang Ai's shoulders and sat down with his chin pointed at the stage: "What do you think?"
"How do you see what?" Wang Ai asked strangely: "See with your eyes, but also with your butthole?"
"Don't fucking say bad words!" Zhao Xuri became even happier.
The two brothers were about to make dirty jokes when Zheng Zhi came over and said hello: "Are you two good friends?"
Wang Ai and Zhao Xuri stood up. They still respected their big brother, the 85 National Youth Team, and did not show off because of their high status in the football world. Besides, Zheng Zhi was considered a fraction of the master today.
A few minutes later, Sun Jihai strolled over, and the laughter of the small group became even louder.
Zhang Yonghai, Guo Liang, Zhu Ting, Yan Song, Li Ming, Ma Mingyu... A number of famous figures in Chinese football joined in one after another. The circle of the small team became larger and larger, and later more people gathered together.
The group of three or four people later could not enter the middle circle at all, and could only chat and laugh with others on the outside.
It wasn't until the microphone on the stage was lightly tapped that everyone turned around and noticed that the president of the sports community and the chairman of the Football Association were already on the stage, and Lao Gao waved to them to tell them to be honest.
Twenty years ago, if "Xiao Gao" dared to be so rude, someone would have resisted. But now it is no longer possible. His performance is unparalleled. He is the best in history in Asia, and no one dares to disobey.
Everyone sat down obediently, and Lao Gao and the president walked off the stage and sat on both sides of the auditorium.
Today's host invited Zhang Bin from the sports channel. He walked slowly onto the stage, the lights were lit one after another, and there were so many beautiful people on the background: "We have always heard that a certain club has been around for a century. In fact, Chinese football has been around for more than 90 years today."
Already."
Before he finished speaking, the background board switched to the photo of the first national team in 1924...
Zhang Bin's typhoon was steady and high-spirited, and his narration was unhurried and slow: "Over a long period of time, football has been passed down among the Chinese people. After entering the new century, the results have been greatly improved, and a large number of capable and good fighters with outstanding achievements have emerged.
World-famous coaches and athletes. As they continue to go abroad and win honors, it is time to create an award to record their appreciation and evaluation."
"In 1994, Li Bing of the Liaoning team won the first Chinese Footballer title. 23 years later, the China Golden Globe Award was born."
As Zhang Bin nodded with emotion, the audience burst into applause.
The lights gradually dimmed, then slowly brightened, and what appeared on the stage was Zhang Xiaorui, who appeared on the stage in a silver-gray suit. He was a little fatter and a little weathered. He rarely appeared in public. He was once the most skilled midfielder in the Jianlibao youth team.
"Every fan knows that the foundation of football lies in youth training, and the results of youth training are in youth teams and youth teams. The most famous youth team in the history of Chinese football is Jianlibao, the team I played for back then. Looking back after so many years, there are achievements.
There are regrets, surprises, and loneliness. What is left to history is not only the youthfulness of that group of young players, but also the struggling figure of Chinese football. Although our group did not give more to the fans, our next generation...
..." Zhang Xiaorui pointed his finger in the direction of Wang Ai and others in the audience, and his smile instantly bloomed: "All our dreams have been fulfilled."
Amid everyone's applause, Zhang Xiaorui took two steps forward: "I heard that the organizing committee invited me to present the U16 Golden Globe Award. I was very excited, but I also instinctively wanted to ask: Why me? There is obviously someone better than me.
He has better grades and is more handsome than me. The organizing committee told me that because I have a rich face, it looks like the country will be peaceful and the people will be safe, with children and grandchildren everywhere."
The audience burst into laughter. Wang Ai looked around subconsciously and didn't know who wrote the words for Zhang Xiaorui. Chinese players were not so open on similar occasions in the past. They were so open-minded. Maybe it was because their results were good and everyone was confident.
, dare to face yourself.
The award ceremony goes down one by one, including the Women's Golden Globe Award, the Golden Globe Award, and the Five-a-side Golden Globe Award. Each award presenter has a history to recall with everyone, and each winner has a speech to make.
There are also remarks and clips from the host, video comments from famous foreign players who have played in China, and videos of congratulations from previous Chinese national team coaches on the first Chinese Football Golden Globe Award.
In this way, the awards show gradually came to an end.
The sound of leather shoes came from the stage, and a tall and strong figure emerged from the darkness. It was still the same slender shoulders and square face. This was Fan Zhiyi, the highest personal achievement winner in Chinese football before Wang Ai, the Asian Footballer.
Wang Ai watched the old captain walk up to the stage and applauded involuntarily. Chen Tao, Zhao Xuri, and Zhou Haibin beside him instinctively raised their hands. Around him and behind him, with Wang Ai as the center, applause swept across the stage.
Fan Zhiyi on the stage was about to open his mouth to speak, but was obviously stunned when he was swept away by the applause. Then he smiled and shook his head, and gently patted the Golden Globe trophy placed on the podium: "Building feelings is in vain."
This chapter has been completed!