"Stephen Gerrard, 96 points!" Pierre, editor-in-chief of France Football, opened the first sheet of paper.

There was a slight sigh from the stage, followed by applause. The sighs came from the Premier League community and those who supported Steven Gerrard, and the applause was a sign of praise and due etiquette.

Even though the secrecy is strict, the Golden Globes have been held for half a century, and some of the statutes are well known to everyone. The conference will not read out the champion first, and it will maintain a little suspense and gimmick. Besides, judging from the vote scoring in previous years, Gerrard's 96 points are obviously a bit far behind.

Gerrard also pursed his lips and smiled at his supporters, waving his hand, in fact, from the beginning, he knew that there was little hope and that the main competition would happen to the two around him.

Editor-in-chief Pierre is also a little funny, or perhaps a frivolous and coquettish man in the bones of a French man, who has whetted everyone's appetite. Pierre opened the second piece of A4 paper, folded together, stared at the contents of the paper for a long time, and then slowly raised his head, looking at the starry light under the stage, and did not say a word for a long time.

It wasn't until there was a sense of suffocation on the scene that Zhuo Yang and Xiao Luo on the stage were a little unnatural, and they pouted awkwardly with a stupid smile at each other, and then the editor-in-chief Pierre spat out lotus flowers.

"The next one, he scored 193 points." There was an uproar in the audience, which was a fairly high score, almost a hundred points higher than Gerrard, a difference that is not common in Ballon d'Or awards. However, at such a moment, no one remembers to calculate how many points are left in the Dafa of mental arithmetic.

"He's a king!" Pierre paused again and looked at the audience with interest.

"Yay——!" Barcelona's Samuel Eto'o jumped to his feet and cheered for his friend Ronaldo. Deco next to him kicked Eto'o in the ass: "You fucking sit down for me." Deco's face was flushing: this shameful thing.

There was a burst of laughter from the room.

King of Camp Nou! King of Madiburg! Who doesn't know who doesn't know about football?

King Henry, who was sitting in the fourth row, shrugged his shoulders secretly, compared to the two on the stage, he was an old king, old. Moreover, he doesn't like the number '4' very much, and the whole of Arsenal doesn't like it.

"He's an elven dancer from a distant continent!" Pierre continued to pull the atmosphere.

"Yay——!" Scar Ribery jumped to his feet, raised his hands and pointed excitedly at Zhuo Yang on the stage. The second brother, Montolivo, kicked him in the ass: "You fucking sit down for me." After being kicked by his brother, Scar also reacted, shrunk his neck and raised his hand in surrender and quickly took it back, and the audience laughed again.

Zhuo Yang of the Far East Asian continent! Ronaldinho of the American continent!

Pierre was pleased with the results he had made, so he continued. "He's a magician on the pitch."

No one dares to move lightly!

"He's Ronaldinho from Barcelona!"

The audience erupted in roaring applause, and Zhuo Yang and Gerrard in the center of the stage were also gently applauding Xiao Luo, and everyone was greeting Xiao Luo under the atmosphere.

Suddenly, the attentive people began to notice something, and everyone looked intently at the slightly nervous Chinese among the three, and the applause gradually thinned.

Pig Schweinsteiger stood up and shouted: "Zhuo Yang! Zhuo Yang! Zhuo Yang! ”

Scar stood up, and the second brother stood up, "Zhuo Yang!" Zhuo Yang! Zhuo Yang! ……”

Gomez, Ballack, Kaka, Totti, Beckham, Figo, Fran ......, these Zhuo Yang's brothers and friends all stood up. The cries of the scene turned the place into a bustling nightclub.

Beckenbauer, Klopp, Hasler, Summer, ......, German footballers all stood up, Raiola stood up, and her sister Zhuo Qiu stood up.

The citizens of Hanover, who were in front of the live TV broadcast, stood up!

The entire audience stood up, no matter what football ethnicity they belonged to.

"Below, is the captain from Madiburg of the German First League, Zhuo Yang." Pierre's phrase ended, and instead of going any further, he looked sideways at the big screen. Everyone also looked over at his signal, and Zhuo Yang, Xiao Luo, and Gerald also turned around to look.

Three numbers burst out of the screen - 226

Zhuo Yang won the 2005 European Golden Globe Award!

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With the sea breeze blowing on winter nights, the first snow of winter in Paris is quietly coming, and some people say that it is a kind of luck to see snow in Paris in winter. Soft, lazy snowflakes flutter and dance down the Seine, on the Louvre and Champs-Élysées, on the spires on either side of the Opéra Garnier.

“…… I love you! Finally, I would like to thank my family, Dad, Mom, Sister, I love you and please be proud of me! ”

Zhuo Yang surpassed Ronaldinhoda by 33 points in the final vote, and the counterattack was hearty, which is not difficult to explain. At the time of the first round of voting, last year's all-year competition was not over, and Madiborg still had three games to play, and Raiola's hype team couldn't tout the biggest gimmick of Zhuoyang's goals throughout the year. Otherwise, if Zhuo Yang misses in the subsequent game, this slap in the face will be ugly, and it will even counteract the demeanor brought by his previous number of goals.

But by the time of the final vote of senior journalists across Europe, Zhuo Yang had completed this remarkable act, and Raiola no longer had any worries, and the entire European media sang praises to Zhuo Yang all over the world, and the shock caused can be imagined. When every reporter picks up a pen to fill in the face of the ticket, he can't help but weigh the weight of it.

“…… This is just a starting point! Dear Chairman Johansson, Dear Monsieur Pierre, if you are not bothered, I think I will probably have to come here often. The playful words were domineering, and the audience was thunderous. The brothers even whistled, a bunch of stinky hooligans......

Indeed, Raiola's analysis is very reasonable, if Zhuo Yang is in Serie A or the Premier League and La Liga, among the giants of the three major leagues, only by virtue of the number of goals that are far ahead of others, all the suspense can basically disappear, and there is no need for the big killer of 'scoring goals every game', too tired, Raiola and Madiburg were terrified throughout the second half of the year, for fear that Zhuo Yang would miss a little. Not because of the goal, but because of the risk that comes with continuous forced play.

The overall weakness of the Bundesliga has become a weakness that is even greater than Zhuo Yang without the help of the national team.

During the New Year, Zhuo Yang participated in a series of activities of the United Nations Children's Charity Foundation, which also played a certain role in the last moment. Good deeds are deserved, but on the other hand, they are also politically correct in the humanistic atmosphere of Europe, and no one dares to openly oppose them. Raiola's eyes were like torches, and the combination of his genius strokes offset the detrimental factors of Zhuo Yang's coming from an unfamiliar continent and a weak football country to a certain extent.

Yellow people are not like blacks, and because of their extreme contempt for blacks, the mainstream white society has become psychologically rebellious and deliberately seeks to overshadow and elevate black people. As for the yellow race, they still have a narrow pride and prejudice.

"Finally, I implore all of you here to give your love to the children of this world. Children are the future of the world, the future of football and the future of our entire humanity. ”

"Thank you!"