At 7 p.m. on January 11, 2011, Zurich time, the FIFA 2011 Awards Ceremony officially began. Global sports channels and online video websites jointly broadcast the ceremony.

When the light dimmed, Carlos subconsciously shook Su Qingjia's hand, and Su Qingjia also happened to hand it over at this time, and when the soft warm yellow light came on, they looked at each other and smiled, and their eyes were each other's figures.

The opening video on the stage is quite imposing, and the soundtrack is sonorous, which seems to mobilize the atmosphere at once.

The fluttering golden ribbon floated from a distance, hovered in the air for a while, and finally landed on a ball, and finally the golden ball disappeared, and the streamer held up a three-dimensional symbol - "D-or2010". In the applause of the audience, the two hosts appeared.

In the center of the stage is a black podium, the black and gold font is elegant and dignified, although it is dark, it is really the focus of the audience, behind it is a very modern art arc decoration, in the center of a golden football is constantly spinning.

The blonde hostess is feminine and charming, she wears a silver haute couture gown, and as the host of the award ceremony, she is not only an empty vase, but also a talented person who is proficient in Spanish, German and English. The male host wore an iron-gray suit with a silver tie, and the two worked well together.

The Golden Globe Awards are the highlight, which will be left for the last, and the previous awards are enough to make people lose sight, whenever the award presenters walk out of the backstage and open the envelope in their hands, Su Qingjia will hear the sound of rapid or deep breathing in the hall.

"Are you alright?" Su Qingjia touched Carlos' palm, and she felt him sweating.

Carlos Mo rubbed the back of her hand and nodded, "A little nervous." He smiled at Su Qingjia, a little reluctantly, "If, I mean if, I still haven't won the award, will you be disappointed?" "FIFA did a good job of secrecy, and he didn't know who the winner was until the envelope was opened, and despite his high voice, he was still apprehensive.

"No, it won't." Su Qingjia shook his head, "No matter what, you are already my best player." And I believe in you enough. She held up their clasped hands and shook them, the shattered light of the ring shining into Carlos' blue-gray eyes.

Carlos kissed her on the forehead, her heartbeat slowly calming down, but the tattoo on her chest was getting hotter. He looked at the girl next to him, every time someone accepted an award on the stage, she would smile back sincerely, and there was a sweet and sour taste flowing in her heart.

Soon, the Best Men's and Women's Football Coach, the Best Chairman Award, the FIFA Fair Play Award and the Best Goal Award were all awarded, and it was time for the most critical moment.

The winner of the Best Women's Footballer was a Brazilian player, and after her acceptance speech, the audience sat up straight and straightened their ties.

"What a glorious and fortunate day, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you have been waiting for has finally arrived, whether you are here or watching live on the Internet in front of the TV, you will soon be brought to the FIFA Male Player of the Year 2010 ceremony, through the voting of 208 international media and 208 national team managers, we have finally selected the three finalists, and now, let's take a look back at the wonderful moments of the three players who scored in the past year!" As soon as the male host's voice fell, the big screen began to change.

Drums and cellos mingle as the screen plays a round-up of the goals of the trio who were selected for the best players. The three different faces were constantly interspersed and changed, and they seemed to be back on the field, and they were the focus of the audience in the excited heartbeats and shouts and applause.

The moment the goal was chosen, the speed and power and the beauty were unmistakable, and at the moment of the goal, the other characters in the video were treated to black, and the selected ones ran quickly or skillfully broke through, and their jerseys became the brightest colors. The narrator only states the player's name when the screenshot of the player's goal is still, and the video also uses broken gold font to cross the player's name and nationality on a black background.

Carlos' video clip is in third place, "Carlos. Ruvio, Spain" was accompanied by muffled screams in the stadium and his loyal fans.

The final picture stops at the moment when the three of them stand side by side, each of them heroic, with an unstoppable light in their eyes.

They are the shining players in football this year.

However, there is always only one best.

When the applause rang out, the picture slipped from the top of the hall to Carlos's face, and he showed a slightly shy and proud smile to Su Qingjia. The captain looked at the little golden retriever and nodded. And the German player between them also smiled.

The atmosphere between them seems to be harmonious, but the competition is always there. Every player doesn't dislike too many trophies.

Carlos wasn't too nervous anymore, he was still smiling, holding up the back of Su Qingjia's hand and kissing it again and again.

After the video just ended, Su Qingjia stared at the screen for a while, and the little golden retriever was a little unhappy, pulling her to turn around to look at herself, "You don't look at them, you look at me." ”

Su Qingjia said: "I'm making a comparison, but judging from this picture, you are still the most handsome." ”

Carlos was overjoyed, revealing sweet dimples, he wanted to scratch his hair, but remembered that Shen Keqian told him not to spoil the well-groomed hairstyle today, and withdrew his hand and said to himself: "If these ratings all look at the face, how good it would be." ”

Su Qingjia: "......"

"Haven't you always relied on strength?" Su Qingjia reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Carlos nodded, thinking that this was indeed the case, but still argued: "Face is also part of strength. He quietly leaned over to Su Qingjia's ear and bit his ear and said, "We still have twenty-three days to get married, and I will definitely be the most handsome groom." ”

Su Qingjia: "......" is over, and it is about to start again.

Sure enough, Carlos's next sentence was - "Bella, do you love me?" ”

Just as Su Qingjia was about to reply, the hostess came to the stage and said, "hod-or2010?" (Who will be the winner of the 2010 Golden Globes?) The atmosphere was ignited once again, and the final guests were invited - FIFA President Sepp Blatter, UEFA President Blatini, and the president of the French newspaper Le Les Teams, Joseph.

The blue and gold lampposts flickered, the studio was dazzling, and the two chairmen jointly carried the unique design of the super award, the Golden Globe Award, into the scene.

In the hands of the president of the "Team Newspaper", he was holding a white envelope with a gilded seal.

The chairman placed the trophy on the right hand side of the podium, and the crisp sound of the base touching the wood could be clearly heard, and the lights flickered on the spherical surface in even more dazzling colors.

After the trophy was placed, the two chairmen took a step back, and Joseph, president of the newspaper, walked up to the microphone, took a deep breath, and opened the envelope.

The music suddenly became unpredictable.

The applications of the three finalists were switched on the big screen, with Joseph at the top and Carlos in the middle.

This is the first time that the World Footballer of the Year and the Ballon d'Or have been awarded after the merger, and it can be said that the corners of the German player's mouth have been tightly pursed, and Carlos has also fixed his eyes, staring at Mr. President on the podium, the captain has the lowest approval rate, but at this moment, he will still be involuntarily nervous.

Joseph watched the audience slowly speak in French, and the host translated on the side of the stage: "The winner of the best player is—"

Joseph took out the black, gilded card from the envelope.

It's a simple action, but it tugs at people's heartstrings.

There's so much to expect from one card.

Su Qingjia also involuntarily clasped Carlos's hand.

At this time, the studio was very quiet, no one made a sound on the upper and lower floors, and the strange sound of music was constantly knocking on the door wall of the heart.

Finally, Joseph spoke—

"Carlos Rubio!" He flipped the card upside down for people to see, with a simple handwritten font printed on it.

When the light hit Carlos, he didn't stand up directly on the stage, but turned his face, picked up Su Qingjia's face, and kissed her deeply on the lips.

He kissed very hard, Su Qingjia felt his intense joy, and the heartbeat in his chest was extremely heavy.

The camera kept locking on him, and this scene made the audience boil again.

Carlos touched her forehead and closed his eyes tightly for a moment before letting go of her and walking towards the stage.

There were colorful streamers on each step, Carlos walked steadily, and the male host said in an excited tone: "Let's congratulate Carlos on winning the Male Player of the Year award!" He reinterprets the meaning of beautiful football with his flowing style, no matter which stadium he is in, he is the most shining shave, and it is no boast to say that Carlos is the number one in today's football world! Best Male Player of 2010, Carlos deserves it! ”

The music gets hot again, and Carlos wears a classic black suit with a white shirt and a black tie, and the well-cut shows off the bee-waisted ape's arms and long legs.

The president of the newspaper held the Ballon d'Or trophy on the stage and solemnly handed it to Carlos, and the president of UEFA and FIFA shook hands with him in turn.

Blatter valued him very much, and when Carlos bent down to hug him, Mr. Blatter made a small joke: "I'm afraid the Golden Globe is not as beautiful as your fiancée, right?" ”

Carlos had been smiling, but now he blushed a little and nodded honestly.

Mr. Blatter patted him on the back and told him to speak on the podium.

The camera glides over the other two candidates, who smile and applaud, the German players seem a little bitter, while the captain is relieved.

The little golden retriever put down the Golden Ball Trophy, facing everyone's eyes, his mind was blank with joy, he held on to the table of the main podium, and his mood still couldn't calm down for a long time. This is the grand prize he has always dreamed of, and he has been looking forward to it for many years, and it finally fell on him.

After he won the Golden Boy Award, many people sang about him, because the winners of the Golden Boy Award over the years have finally become short-lived meteors, and today, he succeeded.

Carlos was a little overwhelmed, and Shen Ke had written his acceptance speech for him, but he seemed to have forgotten about it.

He looked down, Su Qingjia sat there and raised the pear vortex at him, and then made a gesture of love on her chest.