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Chapter 190: Awards Ceremony!

There are some photographers at the end of the awards hall, and they are busy taking pictures.

One of the African reporters pointed to the second row and asked his European counterpart: "Who is that young man? Why are stars like Marcelo, Ramos, and Alonso surrounding him?"

The European reporter looked at him in surprise: "You don't even know him?"

The African reporter asked blankly: "Is he famous?"

The European reporter shook his head slightly: "I suspect you haven't been in this business for a long time."

The South American reporter next to them intervened and said to the African reporter: "You just asked, 'Is he famous?', I tell you, at this time a year ago, there was definitely no problem if you asked that.

But if you ask this now, everyone will think you are an idiot."

The African reporter's face turned red. His previous work focused on the development of domestic football, but this time his colleague who was assigned to Europe took leave due to illness.

He only received the notice yesterday and came to Zurich this morning to report on the annual FIFA awards event.

Time was so rushed that he didn't have time to learn more information.

He also feels that there is nothing to understand. The structure of world football has not changed much, and Europe is still the center.

Those who are active in the European arena are still those stars.

As for the stars who can participate in tonight's ceremony, all of them have already made a name for themselves in world football.

In this case, do I need to prepare?

But he didn't recognize the young man with Asian face.

a year ago?

Does this mean that this young man emerged this year?

No matter how outstanding you are after one year, can you participate in tonight's ceremony?

Oh, I see...

He thought of a possibility. This young man might be competing for the best goal of the year!

FIFA usually awards the best goal to some less famous stars.

But what his South American counterpart said next shocked him.

"He beats Messi and Ronaldo to take the top spot in the Champions League scorer list, and is only two goals behind to rank second in the La Liga scorer list. He just led Malaga to defeat Real Madrid a few days ago."

What?

Is there such a person?

Messi has just broken the annual scoring record of German legend Gerd Muller. It is said that this season La Liga averages more than one goal per game, scoring 26 goals in 17 rounds!

This is the guy who scored twenty-four goals in seventeen rounds!

At such a young age, he has such a terrifying goal rate?

The African reporter's face was full of shock, and then he was confused. Had I been asleep for several years?

Why didn't I know that such a figure appeared in Europe?

You must get to know this young player well if you go down, otherwise you will make a joke again.



At eight o'clock in the evening, the awards ceremony was star-studded, and the best players and coaches in the world gathered together.

The award ceremony officially begins at 8:30.

Ruud Gullit, one of the Three Musketeers of the Netherlands, and Kerrimer, the famous beauty host of Fox Radio, took to the stage.

The two of them serve as tonight's hosts.

"A lot of big things happened in world football in 2012. Spain successfully defended its European Cup title, and Gerd Muller's annual record was broken..."

Gullit came to the stage and the FIFA annual awards ceremony began.

"It's started! It's started! Dad, Mom, hurry up! It's already started!"

In Li Chuanqi's home in distant Malaga, his sister Li Xiaofeng was sitting on the sofa in the living room and clicked on the live video.

Zhang Xian came over from the counter and sat next to her daughter, while Li Xianqi came down from the stairs carrying a bottle of liquor.

Zurich, award ceremony scene.

The first to be awarded is the best team of the year.

Gullit invited Shevchenko, who had hung up his boots, and UEFA President Platini to the stage, and they were the presenters of this award.

The two jointly announced the winner: "Igor Casillas...

Daniel Alves…

Gerard Pique…

Sergio Ramos…

Marcelo…

Xabi Alonso…

Harvey…

Andres Iniesta…

Leo Messi…

Li Chuanqi...

Cristiano Ronaldo…”

The two of them kept saying their names, and a picture of the owner of the name appeared on the big screen behind them.

Every name elicited applause from the audience.

The owners of these names walked on stage to applause.

All eleven players play in La Liga, with Real Madrid and Barcelona each occupying five seats. Li Chuanqi became the only award-winning player not from the two giants.

The atmosphere in Li Chuanqi's home was lively. Li Xianqi held a small wine glass, looked at the TV screen, and drank up the white wine in the glass in one gulp.

Zhang Xian's eyes were moist.

Li Xiaofeng pointed at her brother on the computer screen and danced happily: "That's my brother! That's my brother!"

She turned to her mother and said, "The clothes I chose are good, my brother is the most handsome among them!"

Zhang Xian looked at her handsome son on the screen and nodded happily.

At the awards ceremony, at the back of the hall, the African reporter silently looked at Li Chuanqi on the stage and wrote down his name.

Shevchenko and Platini awarded commemorative trophies to the eleven winning players.

Li Chuanqi took the commemorative trophy from Platini and waved happily at the camera screen.

"Brother is waving to us!"

Li Xiaofeng was very excited.

Host Gullit seemed to be very curious about Li Chuanqi and came over with a microphone.

"Li, to be honest, one year ago today, I didn't even know there was a player like you in world football.

Can you tell me how you can grow from a player in the lowest domestic league to entering the best team of the year and becoming the best player in world football in just one year?"

Li Xiaofeng screamed: "Dad, Mom, look, look, he is interviewing my brother!"

Li Xianqi and Zhang Xian had tears in their eyes, and their son was actually standing on the FIFA annual awards stage.

This is something they never imagined.

A year ago, Zhang Xian even made up her mind not to let her son play football.

However, just one year later, my son has achieved such great achievements!

At the award ceremony, Li Chuanqi took the microphone and said with a smile: "If you can lead a team from the lowest domestic league to win the highest domestic cup, you can become a member of the team standing here!"

To be honest, Li Chuanqi entered La Liga. As the number of goals scored steadily increased, his self-confidence also increased.

So in this situation, he behaved very appropriately.

This sentence was immediately uploaded to the Spanish Serie D forum and exploded instantly.

"Our D-League also produces the best players!"

"Nah, Li actually made it to the best lineup?!"

"Who will score if he doesn't score? Who can lead the D-level team to win the Copa del Rey? Who can beat Messi and Ronaldo to top the Champions League scorer list?"

Santa Malaga players spoke at the forum:

"See, our name of Santa Malaga will be resounding all over the world!"

"I didn't talk about the achievements in Malaga, only the achievements in Santa Malaga. He will always be a member of our Santa Malaga!"

"Who else! Which other D-level team can produce players who will enter FIFA's best team of the year?"

Their speech was "attacked":

"Mig, get lost, you are in the C-League now, don't talk to us in the D-League anymore!"

"Liag, you are a genius in the Real Madrid youth academy. The people you trained have entered the best team. Why didn't you make it yourself?"

Nima, Liage looked at the phone screen and almost threw the phone away.

It's so hurtful...


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