Golden Greenery

"Stephen Gerrard, 96 points!" "France Football" editor-in-chief Pierre opened the first piece of paper.

There was a slight sigh under the stage, and then everyone applauded. The sighs came from the Premier League community and those who supported Gerrard, and the applause was the praise and courtesy given by the audience.

Even though the confidentiality is strict, the Golden Globe Awards have been held for half a century, and everyone knows some of the rules. The conference will not announce the championship winner first, and will maintain a bit of suspense and gimmicks. Besides, judging from the vote scores in previous years, Gerrard's score of 96 is obviously a bit far behind.

Gerrard also pursed his lips and smiled at the supporters and waved his hands. In fact, from the beginning, he knew that his hope was slim and the main competition would take place with these two people around him.

Editor-in-chief Pierre is also a bit of a tease, or maybe it's the frivolity and coquettishness inherent in French men that whets everyone's appetite. Pierre opened the second folded A4 paper and stared at the content on the paper for a long time. Then he slowly raised his head and looked at the bright stars under the stage, without saying a word for a long time.

It wasn't until there was a sense of suffocation in the scene that Zhuo Yang and Ronaldinho on the stage felt a little unnatural. They looked at each other with a sad smile and curled their lips in embarrassment, and then Editor-in-Chief Pierre started talking.

"The next one, he scored 193 points." The whole audience was in an uproar. This is a very high score, almost 100 points higher than Gerrard. This kind of point difference is not common in the Ballon d'Or selection. . But at this moment, no one remembers to use mental arithmetic to calculate how many points are left.

"He is a king!" Pierre stopped again and looked at the audience with interest.

"Yeah!" Barcelona player Eto'o jumped up and cheered for his friend Ronaldinho. Deco who was next to him kicked Eto'o in the butt: "Sit down for me." Deco's face almost turned red: this shameful guy.

Happy laughter erupted from the venue.

King of Camp Nou! King of Madiburg! Who doesn't know who in the football arena?

King Henry of Highbury, who was sitting in the fourth row, shrugged secretly. Compared to the two people on the stage, he was an old king. He was old. Moreover, he dislikes the number '4' very much, and the entire Arsenal does not like it.

"He is an elf dancer from a distant continent!" Pierre continued to lighten the mood.

"Yeah -!" Scar Ribery jumped up, raised his hands and pointed excitedly at Zhuo Yang on the stage. The second brother Montolivo kicked him in the butt: "Sit down for me." After being kicked by his brother, Scar also reacted, winced and raised his hands in surrender and quickly took it back. The whole place burst into laughter again.

Zhuoyang from the Far East Asian continent! Ronaldinho of the American continent!

Pierre was satisfied with the live effect he had created, so he continued. "He is a magician on the court."

No one dares to move lightly!

"He is Ronaldinho from Barcelona!"

The audience burst into roaring applause. Zhuo Yang and Gerrard in the center of the stage were also gently applauding Ronaldinho. Under the atmosphere, everyone was paying tribute to Ronaldinho.

Suddenly, the attentive people began to notice something. Everyone looked at the slightly nervous Chinese among the three, and the applause gradually became sparse.

The little pig Schweinsteiger stood up and shouted loudly: "Zhuoyang! Zhuoyang! Zhuoyang!"

Scar stood up, and the second brother stood up, "Zhuoyang! Zhuoyang! Zhuoyang!..."

Gomez, Ballack, Kaka, Totti, Beckham, Figo, Forlan..., these Zhuo Yang's brothers and friends all stood up. The call from the scene turned the place into a noisy nightclub.

Beckenbauer, Klopp, Hasler, Sammer... German footballers all stood up, Raiola stood up, and sister Zhuo Qiu stood up.

The citizens of Hannover who were waiting in front of the live TV stood up!

All the presenters stood up, regardless of which football tribe they belonged to.

"The following is the captain from Madiburg, the German Bundesliga.

Zhuoyang. "Pierre finished the phrase and did not look down any further. Instead, he turned sideways and looked at the big screen. Everyone also looked over at his signal, and Zhuo Yang, Ronaldinho, and Gerrard also turned around to look.

Three numbers cracked out on the screen - 226

Zhuo Yang won the 2005 European Golden Globe Award!

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The sea breeze blows in the winter night, and the first snow of winter in Paris has quietly arrived. Some people say that it is a kind of luck to see snow in Paris in winter. Soft and lazy snowflakes swayed and danced on the Seine, on the Louvre and the Champs Elysées, and on the spiers on both sides of the Opera Garnier.

"...I love you! Finally, I want to thank my family, dad, mom, sister, I love you, please be proud of me!"

Zhuo Yang overtook Ronaldinho by 33 points in the final vote, and his counterattack was hearty. This is actually not difficult to explain. In the first round of voting, last year's competition was not over, and Madiba still had three games to play. Raiola's hype team was unable to tout Zhuoyang's biggest gimmick of scoring every game throughout the year. Otherwise, if he says it out in advance, if Zhuo Yang misses in the subsequent game, the slap in the face will be ugly, and it may even be counterproductive and offset the charm brought by his previous high number of goals.

But when senior journalists from all over Europe came to vote for the final time, Zhuo Yang had already completed this unprecedented move. Raiola no longer had any worries. The entire European media was overwhelmingly singing praises for Zhuo Yang. You can imagine the shock caused. . When every reporter picks up a pen to fill out the ticket, they can't help but weigh the weight.

"...This is just a starting point! Dear Chairman Johansson, Dear Mr. Pierre, if you don't mind it, I think I might come here often." The playful words were full of domineering, and the whole audience was thunderous. . The brothers even whistled, a bunch of stinky hooligans...

Indeed, Raiola's analysis makes sense. If Zhuoyang were in Serie A or the Premier League and La Liga, among the giants in the three major leagues, just relying on the number of goals that are far ahead of others would basically make all suspense Disappearing, there is no need for the big killer of 'goal every game', it is too tiring. Throughout the second half of the year, Raiola and Madibao were frightened, fearing that Zhuoyang would make a mistake. Not because of the goals, but because of the risk that comes with continuously forcing plays.

The overall weakness of the Bundesliga has become a greater weakness than Zhuoyang's lack of support from the national team.

During the New Year, Zhuo Yang participated in a series of activities of the United Nations Children's Charity Fund, which also played a certain bonus point at the last moment. Good deeds are natural, but on the other hand, this is also political correctness in the European humanistic atmosphere, and no one dares to publicly speak against it. Raiola's eyes are bright, and his magical combination of vertical and horizontal strokes has offset, to a certain extent, Zhuo Yang's point-reducing factor of coming from a strange continent and a weak football country.

Yellow people are not like black people. Because of the extreme contempt for black people in the white mainstream society, the psychological rebelliousness has become a deliberate effort to overstep the mark and deliberately pursue and promote black people. As for the yellow people, they still have a narrow arrogance and prejudice.

"Finally, I implore everyone present to dedicate your love to the children in this world. Children are the future of the world, the future of football, and the future of our entire humanity."

"thank you all!"

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