"The next thing to be awarded is the Bundesliga Best Newcomer Award."

"The shortlisted candidate is Sebastian Deisler of Mönchengladbach."

"And Michael Barack and Zheng Zhi, who have just joined Leverkusen."

German pop queen Jasmin Wagner finally received the award for Best Newcomer. The scene camera immediately pointed at these three people, and their expressions were different. Desler's face was still a little anxious, but his collar was already tidy, and there was no previous embarrassment and messyness. Barack's face was a little nervous. It seemed that he still had some expectations for this award, although the media and Spinach Company predicted that Zheng Zhihui won the award.

Zheng Zhi was very relaxed and smiled.

"We are invited to our award presenter, German football legend Karl Heinz Rummeniger."

45-year-old Rummenigge walked up to the front desk.

In the ccbv5 live broadcast room, Huang Jianxiang became excited.

"Zheng Zhi has a great chance of winning this Best Newcomer Award."

"Rummenigge, one of the greatest players in German football history, is also the prototype of the Japanese comic "Football Young Player" Carl Heinz Schneider."

“He will read out the award winner soon.”

Rummenigge gently shook out the note from the envelope and read it out in German.

"The player who won the Bundesliga Best Rookie Award in the 1998-99 season is Zheng Zhi!"

Fearing that the audience below couldn't understand, he read it in English again.

"It's Zheng Zhi."

"Really deserved!"

"Zheng Zhi indeed won the Best Newcomer Award, which is a historic feat of Chinese players in Europe. Zheng Zhi became the first person. He was the first Chinese player to win the Asian Footballer and the first Chinese player to win the Best Newcomer in the Bundesliga. We have reason to believe that Zheng Zhi will create more history in the future."

"Because he is so excellent."

Thunderous applause sounded at the scene, but someone still whispered in the audience.

"well,"

"German football fell,"

"The best newcomers in the past were Germans, but now it's the foreigner's turn to win the award, and he's still a Chinese,"

"I thought I was on the wrong set."

"If this continues, the Bundesliga will decline, and the German talents will wither."

Pessimists are so worried.

Zheng Zhi stood up, hugged Deisler on the left, then took a step, hugged Barak again, then sorted out his evening dress and walked onto the stage.

"The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are fast, and you can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day."

"The 19-year-old Zheng Zhi won the Bundesliga Best Newcomer Award, which is truly a young man and famous."

“He took over the Best Newcomer Award from Rummenigge.”

"Congratulations to Zheng Zhi!"

"The next thing is to make a personal comment. This should be familiar to him. He has exercised in Kuala Lumpur."

Zheng Zhi raised the trophy and shook it several times.

"Thanks,"

"Thanks,"

"Thanks to the organizing committee for their recognition of me."

"I feel very honored."

"Without my teammates, my coach, the efforts of the Frankfurt Club, the support and encouragement of the fans, and the eager expectations of my family, I would not have been able to win this award. I must sincerely thank them."

"Of course, I think Michael and Sebastian deserve the prize, and their performance is not worse than me at all. I sometimes are jealous of Sebastian's footwork and Barack's courage. I feel very happy to be able to play football with them."

...

...

Although Zheng Zhi is not interested in this award, he still has to finish his polite words and cannot be arrogant at this time. He can despise this award, but he cannot ignore other people's efforts and help.

This time my personal comments were a bit short. In five minutes, he only said it for more than a minute. When Wagner saw that there was so much time left, he stopped him and conducted an on-site interview.

"Zheng, do you think it's possible to win the Best Player Award next?"

"I never thought about this, haha," Zheng Zhi smiled.

"If you can't get it this year, will you have this goal next year?"

"Every professional player wants to get the highest honor, and I don't pay any attention to the exception."

“How did you learn to speak fluent German?”

"The reason is the same as winning a prize." Zheng Zhi suddenly spoke English and shook the trophy twice.

“Alas~”

“English is so well spoken.”

"It's worthy of being the best." Wagner's beautiful eyes lit up and his smile spread out.

The applause rang again.

Zheng Zhi is indeed very good, even his language is like this.

How to learn it? Of course it is through hard work...

After walking off the podium and passing by Barack, Zheng Zhi gently put the trophy on Barack's thigh.

Barack was stunned at first, then laughed.

Good guy, he really gave the Best Newcomer award to himself! Barack felt warm in his heart, and he didn't think that Zheng Zhi gave him the award to him was a satire, but a pure friendship.

Mattus was right next to him, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. What the hell is this little guy doing? From beginning to end, his body emitted light, and he couldn't stop it, as if he was born as the protagonist.

...

...

Next, the award was awarded the Best Coach Award, and the nominees were Schuster of Frankfurt, Dom of Leverkusen, and Heathfield of Bayern Munich. However, the scene was a bit awkward, because neither Dom nor Schuster came. The former was afraid of influence or disdain. The final winner did not have their share, and the Best Coach was taken away by Heathfield.

Heathfield said something sad on the stage.

"I'm ashamed to take this best."

"Because I didn't win back a big ear cup for Bayern."

"I can only think so, this award is always reminding me and whipping me."

I feel guilty about it.

It was too unsightly to mention the Champions League defeat on such a festive day. Mattus's face suddenly stiffened and his chest hurt instantly.

It's hard to forget the Champions League for a while, and Heathfield took it out again.

I can't stay anymore, and it seems like I'm going out to take a breath, but I have to wait, at least I have to take the prize away.

Mattus regained his mood...

"In the end, we are going to award the Bundesliga Best Player Award!"

"The nominations were Lotal Mattus, Krasimir Barakov, Stefan Effenberg, Thomas Jurgen Hasler, Michael Barak, Ulf Kirsten, Zheng Zhi!"

"Lotal, I see you've been restless. Can't wait to win the prize?" Wagner carefully observed Mattus's actions.

Mattus could only squeeze out an awkward smile from the corner of his mouth, thinking that this woman was quite sulky, she could see this, and she bowed her eyes quietly. Although she had been with the daughter of the team doctor recently, she hadn't played with her mature ones for a long time.

But Wagner seemed to know the relationship between Mattus and Effenberg, and she immediately asked Effenberg again.

"Stefan,"

"Do you think you have a chance?"

Effenberg smiled a little thief, "If I could tamper with the votes, I think I would definitely win the award."

"Please invite Walfield, chairman of the German Football Association!"

Acting Chairman Walfield walked up to the rostrum and came a white envelope with a nimbly look.

The moment he saw the envelope, Walfield's eyes almost fell out. Was he unfortunately impressed?

"The one who won the Bundesliga best player in the 98/99 season is..."

"Stevan Effenberg." ????

Effenberg almost fell to the ground in the audience.

What's going on?

Did I hear it right? His smile froze in the air. The joke just now came true? I actually won the Best Player Award? Isn't that annoying guy?

Ah haha... Effenberg quickly relaxed the muscles on his face and stood up.

Received the award.
To be continued...