[Football Fans] Glory

The "French Football" magazine will announce a shortlist of 10 candidates every October, and the final winners will be selected by professional journalists, and then the award ceremony will be held in France at the end of December.

When this year's roster was announced, almost everyone guessed that the top three players could have been produced among Guti, Vieri and Figo.

"It should be me anyway!"

Guti in the dressing room dropped the newspaper in his hand and pouted.

Uncle, I have only been in the top three for three consecutive years and have no hope. This year I have performed so well and I will not win any prizes, thanks ah!

"Nonsense again!"

Hierro picked up the newspaper from the floor and glanced at it.

"Then do you think I can get the award?"

No matter how calm he looks on the surface, Guti still has some murmurs in his heart. The current Golden Globe Awards is not a selection that will be manipulated after the merger. I really don't know how to get it.

"I think it's Jose!"

Redondo, who had already packed up, smiled.

"I think so!"

Nedved took the newspaper in Hierro's hand and scanned it.

"Yes."

The teammates who heard their conversation nodded.

Carlos jumped over lively, "Jose, remember to treat you after you win the prize."

Guti gave him a white look, "If you continue to eat, you won't be able to run fast."

"Absolutely not."

Carlos was giggling and a group of teammates had already started proposing where to invite Guti to treat him.

Watching their proposed activities, the corners of Guti's lips twitched, and he sighed helplessly.

However, before the top three lists of the Golden Globe Awards in December, the World Footballer has announced the list of the top ten players. The selected players are:

1 Jose Guti 540

2 Rivaldo 198

3 David Beckham 79

4 Gabriel Batistuta 68

5 Zinedine Zidane 39

6 Christian Vieri 35

7 Luis Figo 34

8 Andriy Shevchenko 31

9 Raul Gonzalez 24

10 Andy Cole 19

"Please treat please!!!"

Hearing the booing of his teammates, Guti covered his forehead—please, you are all stars with an annual income of more than one million, don't be so hungry-like as if Real Madrid abused you, please!

"Riva, please!"

Looking at the reality that he had to pay for the treats, Guti unrelentingly decided to let his teammates "share the difficulties".

Last year, Rivaldo performed very well in both the club and the national team, and he was also his own teammate. How could he be let go.

Rivaldo, who was dragged into the water, sighed, "Jose, you are the number one."

What do you mean by that?

"so what!"

Guti raised his head.

Seeing his arrogant appearance, all the teammates in the locker room winked at each other, and then someone rushed over, and this one took the lead. In an instant, Guti was overwhelmed by a pile of meat at the bottom.

Rely on it, the uncle is almost out of breath.

Then, Guti also found that some wolf paws touched his jersey. They touched him and scratched him until he was shaking and laughing. In the end, it was Redondo and Yerro rescued him together and handed him a glass of warm water to drink a few sips before stopping.

I saw that Guti's slightly long golden hair was pulled into a mess, the jersey inside the zipper of the newly worn training suit was rolled up to the chest, the ball pants were half hanging under the thigh, and the rosy lips were obviously Was attacked.

When Hierro, who was holding back his laughter, felt that he could not help laughing, only the calm Redondo stood in front of Guti and helped him pull up his pants, put down his jersey and zip it up, and patted Guti lightly with his palm.

"It's okay!"

The embarrassed Guti shook his head, then roared, "Bastard, you bastards are waiting for me!!!"

The locker room burst into wild laughter, and Raul threw the camera up and down, "I caught it!"

"Raul!"

Guti was furious.

Raul stuck out his tongue at him.

There are always people who are not afraid of death, and in front of Guti, someone is calling Raul to remember to give them a copy of the photo.

"hateful!"

On this day, the furious Guti kept chasing and killing the gang of unscrupulous teammates with football on the training ground, until the father heard the voice of the sky-shattering, and stopped Guti's "violence".

"They bullied me!"

Looking at Guti, who was complaining with grievances, and seeing the unlucky children rolling around in a ball on the field, the expression on the father's face was so complicated, the kind of 'how can you', 'how old are you', 'you It turned out to be such an expression that changed back and forth, as if swallowing something dirty.

"Dad, what's the matter with you, are you hungry?"

Guti actually asked innocently and thoughtfully.

I remember you said that you even had a grandson before you started working again!

Dad complained with his eyes.

"Oh, what's the matter with you, dad, are you so angry with these bad boys? These bastards are not good things. I will help you clean them up!"

Guti helped his father uprightly, and then turned his head and yelled at the group of people on the field, "Look at you guys, you are so angry, you have to double the amount of training today."

Dad was speechless.

Hierro and Redondo, who watched all this process: (-__-)b

"How did this bear kid come to be raised?"

Hiero covered his face.

"You're used to it."

Redondo looked calm.

After a few seconds, Hierro spoke in a floating voice, "...Real Madrid's century-old reputation!"

"You are used to it!"

Redondo remained very calm.

Hierro, who was covering his chest, felt pain all over his body——Leidondo always stabbed so accurately!It really left him speechless!

"Deserved it!"

There's also a patch on the back.

"Louis!!!"

Hierro was irritable.

If I can't take care of Redondo, I can't take care of you! ! !

"Run around for me."

Seeing that Hierro was really angry, Enrique had no choice but to run laps obediently, but he reacted after half a lap.

"I am the captain! Even if you are the captain of the national team, but the captain of the club is me, it is me!!!"

"You don't have to run!"

Hierro said blankly.

Enrique, who touched his nose, smiled embarrassingly, "Run and run, anyway, today's training volume is not enough!"

At this time, Guti, who coaxed his father away, watched the captain's fight and said to Redondo, "Help me practice free kicks!"

"Your free-kick technique is already pretty good."

Redondo took the football and raised his eyebrows.

"Not enough, almost."

"Which direction?"

"Quasi-head."

"I think it's pretty accurate!"

"Not enough, not enough!"

Guti's blue eyes sparkled, and he smiled with white teeth, "I have to practice until I can point and hit."

"The requirements are so high?"

"Exactly."

Guti smiled.

Remember Manchester United's Ginger Head (Paul Scholes) can hit wherever he kicks the ball. He must practice better than him.

then……

He hey laughed.

"What a weird boy!"

Redondo smiled helplessly and patted him, "Go to practice!"

On December 12, the 19 World Footballer of the Year Award Ceremony kicked off the selection of this year's football awards.

The FIFA Annual Awards Ceremony was held at the Opera House in Zurich, Switzerland.

When Guti, who attended the ceremony wearing the men’s custom-made dress promoted by his company, walked up to the stage, his handsome face and those blue eyes as clear as the sky made people feel as if the sky was full of stars tonight In his eyes.

When accepting the trophy from Summer, Goodie and Summer embraced and were rewarded with a kiss from the former husband.

Summer, who was specially invited to be the guest of eulogy, let go of his hand and looked at the young man in front of him. From the first time they met on the court, this young man who was still showing childishness at the time has now become a majestic and heroic man. , By the way, she is still a handsome beauty that makes people's heart beat.

"What are you thinking?"

Guti leaned over to cover his lips and asked.

Sammer raised his eyebrows, but he laughed openly and didn't even avoid the microphone, "Win the European Cup, the scene where you were kissed by your teammates."

"...I rely on it!"

"Ah, and the Italian team."

At this moment, Summer didn't have the demeanor of a silent and introverted old man. He looked at the Italian sitting under the stage, "How does it feel? Kissing our new footballer?"

The audience burst into laughter, laughing so hard that Guti really wanted to crush them to death.

Wearing a black dress but wearing a kind of black-hand-party-big brother Vieri grinned, "sweet, delicate and very delicious."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his tongue and licked his lower lip, then blew out a kiss with his fingers, facing the stage.

Guti on the stage was like a cat whose hair was blown up, gnashing his teeth with blue eyes, and then raised his middle finger fiercely to the audience.

Uncle, if I don’t show off my power, I really think I’m a sick cat!

"Red card!"

"Red card!"

"Red card!"

All the players in the audience shouted loudly, and the lively crowd also began to shout in unison.

FIFA President Sepp Blatter and the officials around him smiled and shook their heads. He is really a player with a special personality.

And this kind of uproar made Guti, who was still a little complicated in his heart, forget what he wanted to say, so he could only write down this account severely.

You bastards, wait for me!

The author has something to say: PS: 14 finally won the first prize! ! !

PS: Forum body or something, who can help write one, I really don't know how to do it!