big mouth ball king

Chapter 580 Mr. Football
The FIFA World Player of the Year is voted by the head coaches of national teams.Each voting coach can cast three votes, which are 5 points, 3 points and 1 point.According to the sum of the points of the votes received by each person, the highest scorer is selected.

Like the Golden Globe Awards, the selection also needs to be shortlisted, but the difference is that the list of World Footballer of the Year is 35 people.

This year's FIFA roster was announced, and Tang Zhenglong was included in the list impressively. The reporters smelled a breath of gossip.

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

Just like UEFA cannot tolerate the existence of the G14 alliance, how can it allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch.

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

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Switzerland, Zurich, FIFA headquarters.

Walker, Blatter's top aide, walked in.

"Boss, the reporters are here."

The symphony in the office was in the middle, Blatter pretended to be no one else, and said with a smile: "Here we come? Then just wait."

Blatter knows these reporters too well, like hungry wolves, you can't easily satisfy them, but hang them.

Blatter got up slowly after listening to the music.

"Let's go and meet them."

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

"Joseph, we have a few questions."

"Please say."

"Tang Zhenglong's name appeared at the top of the list of 35 people. Is this intentional?"

Blatter pretended to be stupid.

"I don't know what you're talking about? Do you know, Valker?"

It turns out that the list of 35 people is in no particular order, but the official website of FIFA puts Tang Zhenglong's name at the top, which is obviously intentional.

Walker said with a smile: "This list is in no particular order, and anyone is possible at the top."

"But it seems that you are implying something!!"

Unlike the Golden Globe Awards, the selection of the World Footballer is mainly based on the attitude of the national team, so if FIFA hints at something, it is likely to affect the consequences.

Blatter laughed and said, "What are we implying? Well, Walker, put Torres at the front and say it was requested by a reporter friend."

"We didn't ask for that."

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

If you think that journalists have nothing to say, then Tucson is broken.

"Joseph, "French Football" revealed that FIFA has repeatedly requested that the Golden Globe Award and the World Player of the Year be merged, but they were all rejected."

Blatter already knew what the reporters were 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."

"But the other party disagrees."

"No! We're still negotiating. It's not easy. Rome wasn't built in a day."

"Is this vicious competition?"

Finally someone figured it out.

Blatter chuckled, "I don't know what you're talking about, Walker, please accompany friends from the press, I still have a meeting to attend."

"Joseph... Joseph..."

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"Don, you have been staring at this webpage for a long time, is there something wrong?"

Tang Zhenglong stared at the official website of FIFA.

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

"Probably not, it may be a coincidence."

Tang Zhenglong didn't see it that way. Tang Zhenglong was a very sensitive person, and he felt that there must be something tricky about it.

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

Then the phone rang, and it was Raiola.

"Don."

"Mino."

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

Tang Zhenglong was taken aback.

"what?"

"Go see someone."

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

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

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"What if you sell me?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Who wants you?"

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, yes!
"Well, I'll go."

*****
To the west of Liverpool, until the seaside, there is a beach house.

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

"Please wait."

"Ok."

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

"you are?"

"Valker."

"Who??"

Valk was dumbfounded, this guy doesn't know me?
"You should know Blatter."

"I know, it 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 tricky?"

"Why are you looking for me?"

Valk smiled slightly, "What I'm going to say next is all hypothetical."

"Suppose...you get the World Footballer."

"real!!"

Tang Zhenglong almost jumped up.

……

"I mean hypothetical."

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

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

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

Tang Zhenglong thought about it.

"Thanks to my parents, to my motherland, to those who cared and helped me, to the earth, to world peace."

……

……

Walker was completely dumbfounded.

"Hey, I'm talking about Mr. Football, not the Oscars."

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

"Can't it be like this? I always watch TV like this. After winning an award, I have to give thanks first."

Walker has a sense of foreboding, this guy is out of control, is the boss's method reliable?

"Okay, I'm going to set the record straight with you, you're going to say something bad about French football."

"for example?"

……

"think it yourself."

Tang Zhenglong thought about it.

"Damn it, Frenchie."

……

"Are you an idiot? Can you say that at an award show?"

……

"Sarcasm, very cryptic, let the media guess."

Tang Zhenglong and Walker glanced at each other, then suddenly smiled and nodded, "Understood!"

Walker patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder, "Just understand."

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"I feel that the selection of the World Player of the Year is unfair, and we reporters are not allowed to participate." Claudia said.

Tang Zhenglong retorted: "I think this is fair. What are you reporters doing about football circles?"

Claudia was taken aback, there is something wrong.

"Don, don't you hate the bureaucracy in these football circles the most? Why did you speak for FIFA today?"

"Is there something tricky?"

Tang Zhenglong chuckled, "No, I have a sense of justice. I suddenly discovered that FIFA is actually a just organization."

FIFA justice?

Claudia was about to throw up.

(End of this chapter)