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Chapter 190: Awards Ceremony!

There are some photojournalists at the end of the awards hall, who are busy shooting.

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

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

An African journalist asked in a daze: "Is he very famous?"

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

The South American journalist next to them inserted in and said to the African journalist: "You just asked 'Is he very famous?'. Let me tell you that at this time a year ago, there must be no problem when you asked this.

But now when you ask this, you will think you are an idiot.”

The African journalist turned red. His previous work focused on domestic football development. This time, his colleagues who were sent to Europe asked for leave due to illness.

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

Time is too hurrying, and he doesn't have time to learn more information.

He also felt that there was nothing to understand. The pattern 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, who has become famous in the world football world long ago?

If that's the case, do you need to prepare?

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

A year ago?

Does this mean this young man emerge this year?

No matter how outstanding a year is, can you attend to tonight's ceremony?

Oh, so that's it...

He thought of a possibility that this young man might be here to compete for the best goal of the year!

FIFA generally awards the best goals to some stars who are not very famous.

But his South American colleagues said next shocked him.

"He beat Messi and Ronaldo to the top of the Champions League scorer list, ranking second in the La Liga scorer list by only two goals. He just led Malaga to defeat Real Madrid a few days ago."

What?

Is there anyone like this?

Messi has just broken the annual goal record of German legendary star Ged Muller. It is said that he averaged more than one goal per game in La Liga this season, scoring 26 goals in 17 rounds of games!

That is, this person scored twenty-four goals in the seventeen rounds of the game!

So young, is there such a terrifying goal rate?

The African journalist looked shocked and then was confused. Have I been sleeping for several years?

Why didn’t I know that such a person appeared in Europe?

If you go down, you must learn about this young player well, otherwise you will make a joke again.

...

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the award ceremony shone with stars, and the best players and coaches in the world gathered together.

The award ceremony officially began at 8:30.

One of the three Dutch musketeers, Gulit, and Kerrymer, the famous host of Fox Radio, walked onto the stage.

The two of them serve as hosts tonight.

"A lot of big events happened in the world football in 2012. The European Cup in Spain successfully defended its title, and Gad Muller maintained its annual record and was broken..."

Gulit came to the stage and the FIFA annual award ceremony began.

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

In the distant Malaga, Li Chuanqi's house, her sister Li Xiaofeng sat 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. Li Xianqi walked downstairs with a bottle of white wine.

Zurich, awards ceremony.

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

Gulit invited Shevchenko, who had already been hung up, and UEFA President Platini to the stage. They are the guests of this award.

The two announced the list of winners together: "Yingore Casillas...

Daniel Alves…

Gerald Pique…

Sergio Ramos...

Marcelo…

Harvey Alonso…

Harvey...

Andres Innista...

Leo Messi...

Li Chuanqi...

Cristiano Ronaldo…”

The two kept pronunciating their names, and the photo of the owner of the name appeared on the big screen behind them.

Every name will arouse applause from the scene.

The owners of these names walked onto the stage amid applause.

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

The atmosphere at Li Chuanqi's home was warm. Li Xianqi held a small wine glass, looked at the TV screen, and drank all 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 brother! That's brother!"

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

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

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

Shepchenko and Platini presented memorial trophy to the eleven players who won the award.

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

"Brother is waving to us!"

Li Xiaofeng was very excited.

The host Gulit seemed very curious about Li Chuanqi and walked over with a microphone.

"Li, to be honest, a year ago today, I had no idea that there was a player like you in the world football world.

Can you tell me how to grow from a lowest-level player in China to entering the best team of the year in just one year and become the best player in the world football world today?”

Li Xiaofeng screamed: "Dad, mom, look, look, he is interviewing his brother!"

Li Xianqi and Zhang Xian's eyes were wet, and their son was actually standing on the FIFA annual podium.

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 achieved such a great achievement!

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

To be honest, Li Chuanqi entered La Liga, and as the number of goals scored steadily increased, her confidence also increased.

So in this case, he acted very appropriately.

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

"We have also developed the best team players in the D-level league!"

"Damn, Lee actually entered the best team?!"

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

San Malaga players spoke in the forum:

"See not, our San Malaga name will resound throughout the world!"

"Not mentioning the achievements made in Malaga, but only the achievements made in San Malaga, he will always be a member of our San Malaga!"

"Who else! Which Class D team can produce players who are in the FIFA team of the year?"



Their speeches were "attacked":

"MiG, get out, you are in the C Division now, don't talk in our D Division anymore!"

"Liager, you are a genius in Real Madrid's youth training camp. The people you trained have entered the best team, why didn't you enter?"

Damn, Leahag looked at the screen of the phone and almost threw it away.

It hurts so much...


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