South bank of the Seine.
Champ de Mars.
Arc de Triomphe.
Notre Dame de Paris.
Eiffel Tower.
The birth of Mr. Golden Ball was broadcast simultaneously on large LED screens in several commercial buildings.
Thousands of fans raised their heads and sent blessings in various ways.
"2017 Golden Globe winner, Li Kang!"
Duan Xuan couldn't help but repeat it again excitedly.
Studio.
The audience looked at the Golden Ball winner on the top of the tower.
The barrage exploded.
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【Handsome, handsome! 】
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[Touched, the first Chinese Mr. Golden Ball! 】
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[This guy is pretty good at pretending. 】
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【Please pretend as much as you like. 】
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[The Golden Ball Emperor, with his back to all living beings, fishes alone for eternity. 】
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[My hand invites the bright moon to pick up the stars. There is no one like me in the world. 】
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[The Eiffel Tower at night welcomes the coronation of a new king. The young Mr. Golden Ball is overlooking the world of mortals and all living beings. 】
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[What should I do if I catch a cold after standing on the top of the tower for so long? 】
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[Don't fall down. 】
The wild night wind made his clothes rustle.
After a while,
Li Kang was surrounded by a group of security personnel and walked down from the top of the tower.
Legs trembling slightly.
Jinola looked confused and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Li, are you afraid of heights?"
Due to the inexperience of the organizers, the 2017 Golden Globe Awards Ceremony was very brief.
The big screen began to play Li Kang’s career history:
Old Trafford, came on as a substitute and made his European debut.
The French Summer shocked Europe.
Cardiff's Millennium Stadium, with bandaged hands, lifted the Big Ear Cup with Wenger.
The audience applauded involuntarily, recalling the shocking scenes.
European football may have entered a new era.
Half an hour later.
The award ceremony is over.
Guests attending the event stepped onto the main stage one after another.
Griezmann and Ronaldo were standing close to each other. He looked at the latter's shoulders in confusion and then looked down at the latter's toes.
The shutter sounds.
The spotlight flashes.
Li Kang and the outstanding players of this era left a star-studded photo.
All good things come to an end.
The organizer specially arranged a banquet after the award ceremony.
They booked the restaurant on the second floor of the Eiffel Tower to entertain guests.
Buffon led everyone to the dining place with ease.
He also made some jokes from time to time.
For example: "No way? You French people have never been to the Jules Verne restaurant."
Kanter looked shy.
Pogba disagreed.
Mbappe is smiling.
Varane looked calm.
Griezmann looked embarrassed.
Benzema couldn't help but smile and slap the Italian goalkeeper.
Only then did everyone realize: the top 30 players in the Golden Ball were hiding a group of French people! No wonder they are the national team with the lowest odds of winning the 2018 World Cup.
The Jules Verne restaurant is more than 100 meters above the ground. As a Michelin star, it has gone through many media marketing packages.
The restaurant has three main dining areas, each of which can see the south bank of the Seine, the Trocadero, and the Champ de Mars.
"Li, the fireworks haven't stopped yet!"
"There's still your mosaic puzzle over there in the square!"
"The fans are still chanting your name!"
Kanter circled around the three dining areas and was still exclaiming when he returned to Li Kang.
Isco gently pushed the little black egg away and said disgustedly: "Don't get Li on the cake."
De Gea couldn't help but trembled.
He looked around and found Buffon's figure, and quickly stepped forward to comfort him:
"You still have a long road ahead of you."
"Occasionally losing is not a big deal, conceding goals is not the responsibility of the goalkeeper alone."
"Come on, prepare in advance for 2022."
Why are these lines so familiar?
Buffon smiled and pushed De Gea.
Why.
Last month, Italy was eliminated by Sweden in the World Cup qualifying play-offs and missed the 2018 World Cup.
Buffon burst into tears and officially announced his retirement from the national team.
Messi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the night view of Paris. His thoughts had already drifted away: In next year's World Cup, Argentina will face far more powerful opponents than before: the Matador Legion led by Li Kang, the demon-like Gallic Rooster, and the completion of the replacement of the old with the new. Deutsche Rammstein and Belgium of the Super Platinum Generation.
Modric wanted to chat with Li Kang but found that he couldn't squeeze into the crowd.
The Golden Globe Awards Ceremony has come to an end.
News of the new Mr. Golden Globe is spreading overwhelmingly on the Internet.
Photos of Li Kang and the Puma LOGO can be seen everywhere.
There are more and more media paparazzi gathering in Fulham.
Everything about superstars has become a hot spot in traffic, but there is still no exciting news to be found.
The old man Top was praised as the "Golden Ball Mentor" and was also called the "God of Youth Training" and "Football Craftsman" by the Island Football Association. He participated in three or four talk shows a day.
"When I first met Lee, I knew he was going to win the Ballon d'Or!"
"He will always be my pride."
at the same time.
The reporters visited Catalonia and found Li Kang’s teammates in the La Masia youth training camp at the same time.
"We are very good to Li. We tease him occasionally."
"He has shown a unique ability to read the game since he was a child! Coach Vilanova often praises him for his intelligence!"
"Bicycle! What bicycle?"
Sofia's adoptive mother, who is far away in Leverkusen, declined the invitation of the documentary crew.
She said Lee still had a long career ahead of him and the documentary should be saved for later.
The "World Football" column team is not idle.
They removed the marketing feature film of "Pogba VS Li Kang" overnight.
A re-produced issue of "The Birth of Mr. Golden Ball".
There is a football craze in the streets and alleys of Eastern countries.
The children were chasing the little ball, and they were constantly dubbing: "Slalom de Marseille!" "The ultimate explosive shot!" "Super arc!"
The days passed like this.
Li Kang returned to his peaceful and boring life.
Every day I just train, watch videos, and play games.
Recently, there have been more and more paparazzi reporters surrounding his home, which indirectly can be understood as: his home is protected by hundreds of "paparazzi bodyguards" every day.
The assistant couldn't help but wave and say hello to them every time she went out.
A blink of an eye.
It's the day of the draw for the Champions League top 16 again, and the FIFA World Player of the Year will also announce the results on the same night.
Three days later, UEFA headquarters in Nyon, Switzerland.
The big screen on the main stage displayed the UEFA Champions League top 16 roster.
Group A: Liverpool, Basel.
Group B: Bayern Munich, Paris Saint-Germain.
Group C: Chelsea, Barcelona.
Group D: Juventus, Manchester United.
Group E: Arsenal, Porto.
Group G: Manchester City, Atletico Madrid.
Group H: Real Madrid, Dortmund.
The Premier League is undoubtedly the biggest winner, with five teams advancing.
Eisley walked onto the stage holding a glass jar filled with balls, and when he left the stage, he still scanned the seats with his eyes.
It's a pity that the person sitting next to Li Kang is no longer Buffon.
No one could describe to him how beautiful the girl's mother was.
The guest of the top 16 draw is the legendary midfielder who recently retired: Alonso.
He didn't say much about the scene and drew the first set of results cleanly.
"Chelsea VS Paris Saint-Germain."
(End of chapter)
