Godfather of national football

Chapter 327 Byebye City of God
With the accompaniment of the FIFA march, the players of the Chinese team began to walk towards the podium.

The big bosses of the Spanish Dynasty lined the road and applauded. Mu Fei walked in the front, and Geng Chong teased at the back: "Mu Fei, the one who walks in the front is the one with the lowest status in the team, and the big bosses are usually the last ones."

Dark lines appeared on Mu Fei's face, "Really?" He thought that the one who walked in front would be more attractive, but now that he thought about it, it seemed to be the case.

"Isn't it true that I, Mu Fei, are the best in the Chinese team?" You know, if you kill me like this, I won't be the first.

"Geng Chong, should I trade with you?"

"Hahaha, you think I'm stupid."

"Then ask Ji Ke if he would like to change with me."

But it was too late, Mu Fei had already walked in front of the Spanish players, Xavi was on the left, Villa was on the right, and the two reached out to shake hands with Mu Fei.

Mu Fei could only bite the bullet and hold it up. Some viewers in front of the TV said: "I just said, Mu Fei is the best in the Chinese team. Look, he is at the forefront."

The Spanish players were very enthusiastic, shaking hands, hugging, and consoling with broken English, made the Chinese players feel warm in their hearts.

When Mu Fei saw a Spanish player, he introduced himself, "I am Mu Fei, the main right back of the Chinese team, and I am very strong."

With a pop, Geng Chong from behind laughed, "Mu Fei, you are really thick-skinned."

"Hehe, how bold people are, how productive the land is, believe it or not, I will tell them directly that I am Alves of the Chinese team."

Geng Chong gave a thumbs up, "I believe it!"

Mu Fei thought for a while and said, "Ah no, Alves is Mu Fei from Brazil."

Geng Chong finally couldn't take it anymore, and laughed out loud. Mu Fei was making fun of himself, but a head stuck out from the crowd on both sides, and shouted in standard Chinese: "Mu Fei, do you remember me? We played together in Sao Paulo when we were young. I'm your neighbor."

Mu Fei vaguely seemed to have an impression, "Are you Xiao Hei?"

"That's right. Everyone says Mu Fei has no conscience, but I don't think so. You still remember me."

Mu Fei blushed with sweat, "Is this a compliment?"

"I'm sorry, please send me a private message on Weibo, I can't stay here."

Xiao Hei also understood when he saw the man-eating expression of the security guard in black, and waved his hand, "Go, Mu Fei, I will always support you."

Mu Fei felt warm in his heart, "I also have brain-dead fans!"

Walking up to the awarding platform, Blatter hugged Mu Fei and kissed him on the cheek. This was a close-to-cheek ceremony, and Mu Fei was a little unaccustomed to it, but he was still as polite as ever, chattering.

Mu Fei was followed by Geng Chong, Geng Chong was followed by Ji Ke, and then...Chinese players took the stage one by one, and Blatter brought silver medals for each player. Having experienced Asian Cup champions, the players always felt uncomfortable wearing the silver medal. After stepping off the stage, most of them quickly took off the silver medal and held it in their hands.

Li Guo was the last one on the stage for the Chinese team. He exchanged some polite words with Blatter. Li Guo stretched his neck to accept the silver medal, and then quickly left the podium from the other side.

"Give it to you."

Li Guo casually handed over the silver medal to a staff member of the team, and the guy looked flattered, "Director Li, it's too precious to do this!"

Li Guo laughed, only he knew that, in his opinion, the only honor that could tempt him was the golden Hercules Cup, the supreme honor in the football world, other than that, Li Guo didn't care.

"Just take it for you."

"Is this against the rules? The Football Association won't have any objections?"

"Hehe, you are not that important, as long as you don't go out to show off, no one will know."

The staff seemed to have got a big baby, and immediately hid it in the inner pocket of the suit, and kept saying "Thank you, Director Li."

Tonight's finale, Spain, is about to take the stage. This may be the last glory of the Spanish dynasty. Li Guo doesn't know if history will repeat itself next year. After all, his appearance has changed too much. For example, the original champion of this Confederations Cup should be Brazil.

Spanish superstars walked up to the podium one by one, and the audience along the way desperately stretched out their mobile phones, preparing to record the demeanor of these stars at close range, and maybe posting them on their Twitter could bring a little popularity.

Cassie and Bosque were the last two to take the stage in Spain. Bratt and these two were also the ones who chatted most vigorously. The hostess beside him was already holding a gold cup. Blatt took it with a smile and handed it to Cassie.

The audience began to cheer and booing. Cassie was the one who had lifted the Hercules Cup. He walked to the center of his teammates and surrounded by his teammates, he raised the gold cup aloft.

The golden color paper rushed out behind him, and the half-month Confederations Cup came to an end. The ceiling of the Maracana sprayed gorgeous fireworks, and the light of the fireworks shone on everyone's faces.

"I also want to touch the gold cup," Mu Fei thought to himself.

In fact, there is a very interesting scene. In any awards ceremony, the runner-up is the first to go on stage and pass the trophy, but no one will touch the gold cup, even if it is not careful, because everyone understands that it does not belong to them, and football players will not touch the trophy that does not belong to them.

Li Guo seemed to be able to read minds. He held Mu Fei with one arm and Geng Chong with the other, "What are you thinking about? My stars of tomorrow."

"Nothing," Mu Fei said.

Li Guo understands that they are also eager to win the championship. This is like a child greedily looking at the toys in the toy store, but the parents will not buy them.

"Don't look, I promise you, one day, I will bring you the heavier one."

"Hercules Cup?" Mu Fei asked.

"of course."

"We will be the first Asian team to win the World Cup, do you believe it?" Li Guo said.

Li Guo is like Columbus. When all the sailors thought that the end of the Atlantic Ocean was hell, only he firmly believed that the front was India.

"I believe in you, head. From the first day I met you at the grocery store, I knew you were different. You would always bombard me with dreams. After bombing me, you would finally bring me to realize my dreams."

Mu Fei held up the silver medal and shook it, "If I thought you were a lunatic at the time and didn't follow you, then I wouldn't be able to get this today."

Li Guo touched the heads of the two children, yes, no matter how much money they earn or how many honors they receive, in Li Guo's eyes they are all children.

"Now let's enjoy the fireworks and forget about anything else."

"Ok!"

The three of them stood in the stadium and raised their heads to admire the most beautiful fireworks in Maracaná. The fire, trees and silver flowers never go away at night, so beautiful!

Tomorrow the Chinese team will pack their bags and leave Rio, the City of God.

(End of this chapter)