There was no light kiss on the golden ball, nor did there be tears of happiness.

It's really a sonorous rose!

Sun Yat-sen made a brief remark, all of which were lines of thanks and never talked about himself.

Simple.

Then back to the seat.

"Sister, why don't you kiss the golden ball lightly?"

“It’s too unprofessional.”

"But the first time I always have no experience, I have to remember the next time."

"Come on, let me be happy and let me hug the golden ball." Without Sun Yat-sen's consent, Zheng Zhi directly hugged Sun Yat-sen's hand.

"Ah, so light,"

"Not made of gold..."

Raul's eyes were all the time on the golden ball in Zheng Zhi's arms, a little hungry and greedy.

He also likes this thing! Unfortunately, it is from the women's football team, not the men's football team!

The men's football team is still on the rostrum! I don't know when I can get involved...

"Sister, there is still a Golden Boot Award? I haven't seen the award presentation."

"That, I got it at that time."

"Okay, I will continue to hold this golden ball, it feels very good."

"Hug me, and you can get one back when you look back."

...

...

Next is the highlight, the men's football team awards.

The best men's football team of the 1999.

"Best lineup,"

"Is Zheng Zhi hopeful?"

"I think there is a lot of hope."

"Although I didn't get any honors in Frankfurt, Zheng Zhi's role is something that everyone can see."

Huang Jianxiang guessed.

"Hehe, not necessarily. There are too many good midfielders in world football. There are only four or five people selected, and Zheng Zhi may not be able to rank."

Zhang Lu dared not be too optimistic.

At this time, guest Bardano pronounced the name of the best team.

"Goalskeeper Samuchel,"

"Defender Neville, Stam, Nesta, Maldini,"

"Midfielder Beckham, Keane, Bellon, Rivaldo,"

"Forward Batistuta, Shevchenko."

Sure enough, without Zheng Zhi's name and a lot of well-known names are not on the list. How could it be Zheng Zhi's turn?

Even Mattus, who led Bayern to the Champions League final, was unknown on the list, and Real Madrid's old prince Bernabeu did not appear.

Zheng Zhi? Although it is excellent enough, it is really not enough...

"Zheng Zhi did not win the award, but it doesn't matter. He is already excellent enough. He hasn't this year, and there will definitely be next year!"

"We should be full of confidence in Zheng Zhi."

"The next big prize is possible for Zheng Zhi."

"1999 Best Goal Award! Zheng Zhi's goal was shortlisted for two."

"One is the barb, and the other is the first elevator ball he scored not long ago."

"I think it might be the elevator ball because he created a shooting genre."

"Let's wait and see."

...

...

Tall and handsome Dutch and Milan legend Van Basten walked onto the front desk.

"It's an incredible goal,"

“He even created a genre.”

"I can't understand until now, how could there be such a shot in the world?"

"This is one of the most wonderful goals I've ever seen."

Van Basten published a brief thought.

“We have to give the best goal award to the genius who created the elevator ball.”

"Zheng Zhi!"

"Ahhhhhhh, brother, brother!" It was Sun Yat-sen next to Zheng Zhi to celebrate with his arms raised.

"It's you, it's you, it's you, it's you, it's really you!"

"You won the prize!"

"Come on, return the golden ball to me, hurry up and receive the prize." Sun Wen carefully carried the golden ball back in Zheng Zhi's hand.

Zheng Zhi wasn't very excited. He scored so beautifully and won the award normally...

He stood up and tidied up his dress and was about to come forward to receive the award, but unexpectedly, Raul, who was next to him, stood up and stretched out his hand.

"Congratulations, congratulations."

Then he gently hugged Zheng Zhi's neck and kissed him on the side face.

This is the minimum demeanor and etiquette, although I have never known it.

Redondo, who was separated by a position, also extended his hand to congratulate Zheng Zhi.

Zheng Zhi is very proud.

Taking light steps to the rostrum, Van Basten also took the initiative to extend his right hand.

"An unparalleled goal,"

"congratulations,"

Van Basten stuffed the prize into his hands.

"Thanks,"

"Thanks."

Zheng Zhi took the microphone casually.

“I’m glad that FIFA gave me the best goal award.”

"It's really a great goal."

"But I want to reiterate that this shot is not my first."

"He's a Brazilian."

At this time, Zheng Zhi still wants to avenge the young Juninho.

"I just carried forward his shooting style."

Juninho will definitely be very touched...

"It is every player's dream to be able to please fans with beautiful goals. But this will not be the most exciting goal, and the most exciting goal will always be the next one."

Zheng Zhi raised the prize, waved it lightly at the audience, and walked off the stage.

After all, this stage does not belong to him...

But at least it wasn't there?

Next, Ferguson won the Best Coach Award. Ferguson led Manchester United to the Premier League championship in 1999, the FA Cup and the European Cup. At the end of the year, Manchester United won the Toyota Cup championship held in Tokyo, Japan. Who else can he belong to?

Deserved well.

"Next, the most eye-catching World Footballer Awards."

"I wonder how many points Zheng Zhi can get? He won 17th place in the European Golden Globe Awards before. I think Zheng Zhi's ranking this time should be higher?"

Although it is impossible to win the award, everyone is still very interested in Zheng Zhi's ranking.
Chapter completed!