The dinner is a buffet style. Today’s winners are all there, as well as their coaches, bosses and some senior officials of national football management who came specially to attend the meeting, such as Blatter, Platini, Beckenbauer, etc.
People were there too, and they all drank and mingled with each other, sometimes whispering, sometimes laughing.
Since there were no reporters present, everyone lost a lot of pretense on this occasion. Wang Ai came the last because he briefly met Schlapner. As soon as he entered the banquet hall, he saw a grinning man in the middle of the crowd.
The big-mouthed Marta was holding a champagne glass in one hand and pulling Kakashi with the other to dance samba with him. Fabiano, a fellow Brazilian, was next to the handsome couple, clapping his hands and playing rhythm while dancing wildly.
The three people laughed loudly.
Terry, who took off his shirt and put it on his shoulders, saw Wang Ai coming and asked him if he was hungry. After receiving a positive answer, he led Wang Ai to the cold table and introduced several delicious foods.
The two of them leaned against the buffet, each with a plate and a fork, and chatted while eating.
In the seats next to the banquet hall, there seemed to be a little dispute between several adjacent players. Terry and Wang Ai turned their heads together, looked at each other for a few times and then went back to eating, but both of them had a little look in their eyes.
gloat.
It's not important how the dispute occurred. What's important is that one side is Cristiano Ronaldo and Casillas, and the other side is Xavi, Iniesta, Puyol and Messi. Why do we need to say this? Probably because of Kaká.
I was a little dissatisfied with Marta, Fabiano and others for speaking too loudly. People from the Barcelona team couldn't see the people from the Real Madrid team being so loud, so they said something, which happened to be heard by Cristiano Ronaldo and Casillas who were not far away.
hear.
So naturally quarrels arose.
However, due to the occasion and the goal of next year's World Cup, the two sides did not quarrel. Instead, they exchanged a few sarcastic words, which attracted the attention of others.
After a while, Gerald, who had had enough chatting with Bobby Robson's widow, also came over. The three of them maintained gentlemanly etiquette and graceful manner while secretly watching the Latins fighting openly and secretly over there, feeling secretly happy.
.
Currently, the only major league that can compete with La Liga is the Premier League. Unfortunately, Real Madrid and Barcelona are too strong. The two teams established in the capital Madrid and the economic center Barcelona have absorbed most of the resources of the two cities and have become extremely powerful.
The UK, on the other hand, has been unable to catch up despite its desperate efforts, as its resources have been too dispersed.
While chatting, Marta, who was in high spirits, walked up to the sanctimonious trio with a glass of wine in her hands and issued an invitation: "Which gentleman can dance with me?"
Wang Ai smiled and waved: "I can't dance, sorry."
Gerald also shook his head shyly: "Me too."
Marta originally thought she would be disappointed, but she still underestimated the British gentleman's arrogance. Terry had been waiting for a long time.
Watching the two of them walking away together, Wang Ai and Gerald looked at each other and smiled, preparing to turn their attention from the Latin Civil War to Captain Terry.
Yes, Terry is Wang Ai's captain at Chelsea, and Terry is also Gerrard's captain in the British team.
Wang Ai was enjoying himself, and Yan Shiduo happened to see him through the crowd from deep in the banquet hall, so he waved. Wang Ai said something to Gerald, then put down his dinner plate and walked straight away.
This place is like a booth. Outside, the winners are celebrating, and people from all walks of life are communicating, talking, exchanging, and trading. At the deepest level, there are people like FIFA officials. When Wang Ai arrived, he saw the Princess of Jordan and
Platini was talking, while Yan Shiduo was sitting with Blatter.
"Look, the man who brought us major innovation is here." Brat drank two drinks and relaxed.
"Are you saying that I will be the winner of next year's first FIFA Ballon d'Or?" Wang Ai sat down with a smile and joked with Blatter.
"No, no, I didn't say that." Brat leaned back and smiled: "You still need to fight for it yourself."
Yan Shiduo also had a glass of champagne in front of him. He said nothing and watched Wang Ai and Blatter greeting each other with a smile. Such an occasion was like this. Although Wang Ai and Blatter were not very familiar with each other, they were not strangers either. Those who can enter today's celebration banquet,
In fact, people in the highest circle of world football are extremely private. They don't have to pretend to be too pretentious about each other, and they don't have to worry about who is talking nonsense.
In a sense, those who can enter this circle know the importance, and those who don't know the importance... can't get in. What's more, even if someone makes nonsense, such as the fight between Real Madrid and Barcelona that I just saw, they will
Denied by these people collectively.
Ordinary fans will definitely listen to whichever side has more people, so Blatter was very relaxed and Wang Ai was not polite.
"Yan, I've read your bid report." Although Blatter drank a lot, he also knew what Yan Shiduo meant by specifically calling Wang Ai over: "Frankly speaking, the preparations are very complete, but the advantages are not outstanding enough.
"
Yan Shiduo nodded after listening: "Well, we have another report, which is an analysis report on the situation of the Chinese team in next year's World Cup."
Blatter's eyes flashed, and he smiled with an unknown meaning: "Champion?"
Yan Shiduo squinted: "Yes, but it's not propaganda."
"Oh?" Brat lit a cigar, crossed one leg and leaned on the sofa. His eyes moved from the calm Yan Shiduo's face to the smiling Wang Ai's face: "Are you serious?"
Yan Shiduo pointed at Wang Ai and said: "Our most outstanding star told me that he has a sense of urgency and is afraid that the World Cup, which is held every four years, will not be able to achieve the achievements of Pele or Maradona.
"
Bratt blew out a puff of smoke, looked at Wang Ai, and then at Yan Shiduo: "So?"
"We are serious." Yan Shiduo's expression showed a hint of seriousness: "Since it was proposed by the star with the highest scoring efficiency who has won championships in all major competitions since childhood, it will naturally be supported by our country from top to bottom.
full support.”
Bratt listened silently, and Yan Shiduo's expression softened: "Of course, our organizational experience is not rich enough, and you are the most experienced person. So we hope to show you this report of our self-evaluation.
.”
Blatter looked at Wang Ai, who smiled and looked directly into the eyes of the FIFA president.
"Okay." Brat put down his legs and took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket: "This is my email address."
Yan Shiduo took it and took a look at it and put it in his arms. Then he raised his glass and touched it with Brat. The two looked at each other and drank it down in one gulp.
Seeing that the two were chatting again, Wang Ai knew that he had nothing to do with him, so he got up and left. Beckenbauer was about to talk to him just now.
