The FIFA World Player of the Year is voted by the head coaches of the national teams of each country. Each voting coach can cast three votes, which are 5 points, 3 points and 1 point respectively. Based on the total points of each vote, the winner is selected.

The highest scorer will be selected.

Like the Golden Globe Award, the selection also requires shortlisting, but the difference is that the list of World Footballer is 35 people.

This year's FIFA squad was announced, and Tang Zhenglong was included in the list. Reporters got a whiff of it - gossip.

Because there has been news before that Blatter hopes that the World Footballer and Ballon d'Or awards will be merged.

Just like UEFA cannot tolerate the existence of the G14 league, it cannot allow others to sleep soundly on the bed.

Of course, FIFA cannot tolerate the authority of the Ballon d'Or Award surpassing its own Footballer. Blatter is a very domineering person.

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Switzerland, Zurich, FIFA headquarters.

Blatter's senior assistant Valcke walked in.

"Boss, the reporters are here."

The symphony was in the middle of the symphony in the office, and Brat looked as if there was no one around and said with a smile: "Coming? Just wait."

Blatter knows these reporters too well. They are like hungry wolves. You cannot easily satisfy them, but must hang them.

After listening to the music, Brat stood up slowly.

"Let's go and meet them."

When he arrived at the living room, Brat immediately showed a professional smile, like a kind old grandfather.

"Joseph, we have a few questions."

"Please say."

"Tang Zhenglong's name appears at the top of the 35-man roster. Is this intentional?"

Bratt pretended to be dumbfounded.

"I don't know what you're talking about? You know? Valk?"

It turns out that the 35-man roster is in no particular order, but FIFA’s official website has Tang Zhenglong’s name written at the front. This is obviously intentional.

Valcke smiled and said: "This list is in no particular order, anyone can be at the top."

"But it seems you are hinting at something!!"

Unlike the Golden Globe Award, the selection of World Footballer mainly depends on the attitude of the national team, so if FIFA hints at something, it may affect the consequences.

Blatter laughed and said: "What are we hinting at? Well, Valcke, let Torres be at the front and say this was requested by a journalist friend."

"We didn't ask for that."

Brat spread his hands and said, "Look, no matter what we do, you will never be satisfied."

If you think reporters will have nothing to say, then the picture is broken.

"Joseph, "France Football" revealed that FIFA has repeatedly requested that the Ballon d'Or and World Player of the Year be merged, but they were all rejected."

Blatter already knows what the reporters are going to say.

"Yes, I think there are two football player awards in the world, which will confuse people, so it is better to merge them."

"But the other party didn't agree."

"No! We are still negotiating. This is not easy. Rome was not built in a day."

"Is this vicious competition?"

Finally someone figured it out.

Brat chuckled, "I don't know what you are talking about, Valcke, please accompany the journalists, I have a meeting to hold."

"Joseph...Joseph..."

*****

"Tang, you have been staring at this page for a long time. Is there anything wrong?"

Tang Zhenglong stared at FIFA's official website.

"Kaya, my name is listed first, does this imply something?"

"Probably not, it could be a coincidence."

Tang Zhenglong didn't think so. Tang Zhenglong was a very sensitive person, and he felt that there must be something fishy in this.

"It would be nice to have Blatter's phone number."

At this time the phone rang and it was Raiola.

"Don."

"Mino."

"I'll give you an address. It's a villa."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"what?"

"Go meet someone."

"Who? If you don't tell me clearly, it's impossible for me to go."

"I can't tell you now, but you will know when you go there. Don't worry, I can't harm you."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"What if you sell me out?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Who wants you?"

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, and it was the same!

"Okay, I'll go."

*****

To the west of Liverpool, all the way to the seaside, there is a beach house.

Entering the villa, Tang Zhenglong was received by a man who looked like a butler.

"Please wait a moment."

"OK."

Not long after, a middle-aged man came over, but Tang Zhenglong didn't recognize him.

"Who are you?"

"Valk."

"who??"

Valk was dumbfounded, this guy doesn't know me?

"You should know Bratt."

"I know him, he seems to be the president of FIFA."

"I'm his assistant."

Tang Zhenglong was suspicious, "FIFA is looking for me? Why? Is there really something fishy about it?"

"What are you looking for me for?"

Valk smiled slightly and said, "What I say next are all assumptions."

"Suppose... you win the World Footballer of the Year."

"real!!"

Tang Zhenglong almost jumped up.

…

"I mean hypothetically."

"I understand, I understand." Tang Zhenglong smiled softly.

Valk was dumbfounded, "Do you understand? What do you understand?"

"Suppose you won the World Footballer of the Year, what would you say to the media?"

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while.

"Thank you to my parents, thank you to my motherland, thank you to the people who care and help me, thank you to the earth and world peace."

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To be continued...