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Chapter 967 Cheers!

China.

For Chinese fans, there are few particularly happy moments, because their home team is not up to scratch, let alone achieved any good results in the World Series-in fact, the Chinese team can only be regarded as a third-rate team in Asia now , Asia can't go out, let alone shine in the world arena, adding luster to the faces of the fans.

In terms of the happiest moment, it was in 02. In that year, the Chinese team broke out from the top ten for the first time and stood on the stage of the World Cup for the first time-although it turned out that the trip to the World Cup was a It's a loss of face, but it's better to go some than none. It's a blessing to be able to play soy sauce on the stage of the World Cup and see the demeanor of the world's giants.

After that, the Chinese team's life was not as good as the previous year. The so-called there is no lowest valley, only lower valleys. Look at the Chinese team, not to mention catching up with Japan and South Korea, and even teams like Iraq and Syria can ride. Shit and piss on their heads, which made countless fans both sad and angry, but also helpless.

However, after Fan Bizhuang was born, such "sadness" emotions have obviously eased. Yes, the Chinese team can't do it, but our Fan Ye can do it. The Chinese team is a stinky dog. Shit, but we Fan Ye is very fragrant, sweeping La Liga, crossing the Premier League, leading the team to win the Hercules Cup, and ascending to the top of the world... Aren't these piles of piles just to make Chinese fans look good-here is going to be grand Let me explain, it is for Chinese fans, not for Chinese football. It is not that Fan Bizhuang is not worthy of Chinese football, but that Chinese football cannot represent Fan Bizhuang.

Although saying this is a bit of an "insult" to the Chinese team, but the fact is that one is a superstar in world football, and the other is a dou who cannot be supported. There is no comparison between the two.If it weren't for Fan Bizhuang being a proper descendant of Yan and Huang, it is estimated that the two have nothing to do with each other-of course, for the Chinese team that keeps breaking through the offline, there is no humiliation or humiliation. The results, maybe the opponent will compete with them, and if they lose, they will think it is a humiliation to themselves.

In general, Fan Bizhuang has become the only "spiritual sustenance" for most Chinese fans. Watching the Chinese team's game is to find comfort. Watching Fan Ye's game, not to mention the honor, is at least pleasing to the eye.

And in this early morning and late night, countless Chinese fans are waiting in front of the TV, because tonight is a rare happy moment for Chinese fans.The selection of the Golden Globe Awards is coming to an end, and Fan Bizhuang, as one of the final three-man list, is very likely to win the championship in one fell swoop!
This is a really big event. Chinese football seems to have no hope. Fortunately, there is another Fan Bizhuang who can comfort the fans. Fan Bizhuang really won the Golden Globe Award. If there is another " Crooked Nuts" look down on Chinese football, and the fans can immediately go back with confidence-we have Fan Ye, what do you have?No, no, don't beep!

On the TV screens of thousands of households, UEFA President Michel Platini was standing on the stage, unhurriedly opening the envelope, and a sweet smile suddenly bloomed on his face.

The voices of Zhang Lu and He Wei, the two commentators of CCTV-5, also kept ringing.

"The awards ceremony has come to the highest point. The FIFA Ballon d'Or is about to be announced... FIFA President Sepp Blatter and UEFA President Michel Platini took the stage together. Platini held an envelope in his hand, the envelope In it, there is the name of this year's Golden Globe winner... who will it be?"

"The camera scanned the three candidates, Harvey, Messi...and our Fan Ye. Their expressions seemed to be calm, but their hearts were probably extremely tense...The three players are all players in today's football world. The most outstanding superstars, they all performed extremely well last year. Of course, Fan Ye’s performance may be even better. He led Real Madrid to win the La Liga championship, and at the same time led the Spanish team to win the World Cup..."

"However, Barcelona's results are also very good...Xavi, as the main force, lifted the Hercules Cup with the Spanish team...and Messi, he is a two-time Ballon d'Or winner, which cannot be underestimated. If this time If he is successfully elected again, it will be an unprecedented three consecutive Golden Globes..."

"From a professional point of view, Fan Ye has a higher chance of being elected... Of course, from a personal point of view, I definitely hope that Fan Ye can win glory for our Chinese fans... But the selection of the Golden Globe Awards It’s really not announced until the last moment, and no one can guess the result... Director Zhang Lu Zhang met Dazhi before, and Dazhi said that his vote was for Master Fan... Ha, they are all Chinese If you don’t support your compatriots, who will you support? So...Fan Ye, come on!"

He Wei's voice chattered from the TV, but the voice of another commentator, Zhang Lu, Director Zhang, suddenly increased, and his tone was full of tension: "...the envelope has been opened! Platini took a look at it. , he was laughing, damn it, he was laughing weirdly... What does this mean?... He Wei, why do I suddenly have a bad feeling? Am I too nervous!"

"Director Zhang is indeed a little nervous, but at this time, as a Chinese, as a Chinese fan, who can not be nervous...especially seeing Platini's sweet smile...Many people joked that Messi's The godfather is Michel Platini, and the backer of Barcelona is also French...Looking at his expression now, damn it, I can hardly sit still...Director Zhang, help me, I'm afraid the result will not be what I want Yes, I can't take it..."

He Wei and Zhang Lu supported each other like "singing opera" in BJ's live broadcast room, but it wasn't really singing, but the two famous commentators were really nervous.

In front of the TV, the Chinese fans who also saw this scene also had their hearts beating wildly.

"Damn! Why is this old man smiling so weirdly?"

"It's over! It's over!! My premonition has always been accurate, Platini laughed like this...it's going to be cold!"

"Godfather is going to work hard!...It seems that Master Fan is going to be hacked!"

"Don't let us be happy in vain! If the final winner is not Fan Ye, then it's really a shady scene!"

While some fans were screaming and praying in their hearts, Platini had already turned the piece of paper in his hand over on the TV.

"This year's FIFA Ballon d'Or winner is—"

The name on the piece of paper is already in sight! The letters "FAN!" were captured by cameras all over the world!
"Let us congratulate him, the Chinese player from Spain - Fan!"

Platini called out Fan Bizhuang's name accurately, and in front of the TV, tens of millions of Chinese fans stared blankly at this scene, and fell into a sluggish state. Everyone's expressions were different. Some were stunned, some were ecstatic, and some opened their mouths wide.

"My God! It's Fan Ye! It's really Fan Ye!"

"Fans and friends sitting in front of the TV, did you hear that? Yes, that's right! This year's Mr. Golden Globe is Fan Ye! He is our Chinese compatriot! This is a glorious moment for Fan Ye! This is ours The moment of glory! So... cheers! For Fan Ye, for the Golden Globes, cheers!"

The excited roars of He Wei and Zhang Lu resounded, and among thousands of households, clenched fist cries, crazy roars, and the sound of throwing chairs, tables, and teacups, accompanied by sharp cries, suddenly sounded at the same time .

"Fan Ye! Fan Ye! Fan Ye!!! Really Fan Ye!!!"

"The winner of the FIFA Golden Globe Award is our Fan Ye!"

"For the first time in world football, an Asian player has reached the pinnacle of honor! MD! MD!! MD!!! We are Chinese! Damn, I'm going crazy! Going crazy!! Really going crazy! Fan Ye! Long live!"

"Win! Win!! We won!!! Fan Ye won!!! Fan Ye is Mr. Golden Globe! Fan Ye is the No.1 in the world!...Damn, why am I crying! Why should I Cry... woo woo woo, am I too excited?"

"Cheer, scream, roar! MD, from now on, please call our Master Fan...Mr. Jinqiu!"

In the silent night, all kinds of roars sounded, and countless people who were in their dreams were awakened. Some people complained, some cursed, but such voices were quickly drowned out. The Chinese fans completely detonated this scene with unparalleled enthusiasm. A cold night.

At the moment when Fan Bizhuang won the FIFA Ballon d'Or, the Chinese fans were even more excited than the national team entering the World Cup!
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Spain.

"Fan! It's Fan!! I knew that this year's Golden Globe Awards cannot be missed!"

"Except for Fan, no one is qualified to get a hand on this trophy!"

"For the first time, I think the old thing Platini is so pleasing to the eye... oh, Fan Fanfan!! He won the Ballon d'Or, he succeeded! From today, he is Mr. Ballon d'Or, he It is the No.1 in the world!"

In the Tongs bar, it was already immersed in jubilation.

The bald Nadou and his dog legs clinked glasses and drank excitedly. Uncle Nelson was still drunk and drank by himself, but the corners of his mouth were raised high. Eldie, who was five big and three thick, was screaming and jumping like a child. His wife's Kandos is not cowardly at this moment, he hugged his wife, shook wildly, and shouted "Fan Fan Fan! Our Fan!" His wife gave her husband a reproachful look , also waved and shouted together...

Fidel, wearing an apron, was still sitting in front of the bar, holding a newspaper in both hands. Before Platini announced the result, his mood was far less calm than he showed. On the contrary, it was because of nervousness that he Pretend to be reading a newspaper to cover up.

Fidel breathed a sigh of relief until the final result was announced and Fan Bizhuang won the championship in one fell swoop.There was a bright smile on his face, and his hands were still clutching the newspaper tightly, and the paper newspaper had been torn by him.

Fidel didn't care either, and turned sideways to pick up the beer glass on the bar, stood up and held it high.

"Congratulations Fan! Let's have a toast, for Fan, for the Golden Globes! Cheers!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

There were voices in the bar one after another, and everyone picked up the bar, laughed heartily, and poured all the wine into their throats while raising their heads.

(End of this chapter)