Chapter 579: I'm Not Playing Anymore!
1440 votes.
This is the total number of votes for the Golden Globes, and the voting range is a 30-person list, and the rules are simple, the first vote is the winner of this year's Golden Globes.
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"Cristiano, how many votes do you think you can get?"
Ronaldo smiled slightly.
“300?”
"Haha, I don't know."
"According to inside information, you are the biggest favorite to win the bid."
"Haha, I know you're talking nonsense, I believe there is no inside information, and the selection of the Golden Globe Awards is very fair."
"Leo, how many votes do you predict you'll get?"
Messi is still as humble as ever.
"I'm not going to make a prediction, I want to win but it's up to the judges, I don't want to say anything, I'm sure they'll pick the Player of the Year."
Another favourite is Spain's Fernando Torres.
Spain won the European Championship with his goal in the European Championship final, defeating Germany 1-0.
But most of the public opinion is not optimistic about Torres, because he seems to be worse than Ronaldo and Messi.
Another big hit is Tang Zhenglong.
"How many votes can I get?"
“500?”
Burst.
Tang Zhenglong laughed, "I don't know, but voting is like a girlfriend, of course, the more the better." ”
……
Journalist Khan died.
Well, they must admit that Tang Zhenglong is the most unlikely to win the bid, this guy is too arrogant.
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December 2, the day the Golden Globes were announced.
Tang Zhenglong arrived in Paris, and like the rest of the candidates, he did not know who the big winner would be.
The secrecy of the Golden Globes was done so well that even British journalists did not get the inside information.
The final results are in.
The first place is Cristiano Ronaldo.
The second place is Messi.
Third place went to Torres.
Fourth place went to Casillas.
……
Tang Zhenglong is the first ......
25。
When he got this result, Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, there were 30 people in total, and he was the 25th?
Coming out of the venue, Tang Zhenglong's whole body was wilted.
Reporters gathered around.
"Don, congratulations."
Tang Zhenglong was slightly stunned.
"Congratulations?"
"Yes, you're the 25th best player in the world, and that's the glory of Asia."
Is it?
Come to think of it, it's rare for an Asian player to be one of the top 30 best players in the world.
But the problem is that Tang Zhenglong is here to hold the cup, and the gap in his heart is too big.
Another reporter asked: "Tang, do you think the selection process is fair?" ”
"Fair?" Tang Zhenglong sneered: "Fair P." ”
Astound.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"Don, you are responsible for what you say, do you think the Golden Globe Awards are boring?"
"Think about it, the Golden Ball Award must have the right to vote in the countries that have participated in the World Cup, but there are too few Asian countries that have participated in the World Cup, this kind of voting rule, then there will never be an Asian to win the Golden Ball Award."
It seems to make some sense, but ......
Then an even more shocking scene happened, Tang Zhenglong announced that he would never participate in the Golden Globe Awards again.
"Don, you'll never participate in the Golden Globe Awards?"
"Yes, I'm going to quit the Ballon d'Or forever, I'm going to win the Champions League, I'm going to win the World Cup, everything, but I'm not going to get the Ballon d'Or, never."
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"Tang Zhenglong is in trouble in Paris." Linda screamed.
"What's wrong?"
The girls gathered around to take a look.
"Tang Zhenglong will withdraw from the Golden Globe Awards forever."
Claudia frowned, "This Tang Zhenglong really can't make trouble for a second, if he wasn't selected, it would be good if he worked hard next year." ”
"Haha, if that's the case, is it still the Tang Zhenglong we know?"
"Yes."
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Liverpool Airport.
When Tang Zhenglong got off the plane, a large number of reporters surrounded him.
"Don, are you serious? Are you out of the Golden Globe Awards for good? ”
In fact, Tang Zhenglong is so young, and public opinion generally believes that he will win the Golden Globe Award sooner or later, but it is just a matter of time.
But in this way, Tang Zhenglong is equivalent to a complete falling out with "French Football".
"Yes, I will never participate in the selection of the Ballon d'Or, even if I become a king like Peliga Maradona, I will not participate in the selection of the Ballon d'Or."
I'll it!!
British media capitalized clothes!!
Tang Zhenglong is arrogant enough.
"Do you know anything insider?"
Tang Zhenglong shook his head, "I'm tired of these boring selections, my friend Yibu once famously said that men are kicked, not selected." ”
At this time, Ibu in front of the TV scolded "Nima", "When did I say such a famous saying? ”
"I'm ready to put my precious time into training and help Everton win the Champions League, the Ballon d'Or? It's better to give it to someone else, I'm not rare. ”
After speaking, Tang Zhenglong left, leaving behind a domineering back.
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France Football headquarters.
Editor-in-chief Ivan has been under a lot of pressure recently, and after Tang Zhenglong made such a fuss, many people began to question the fairness of the Golden Globe Awards, whether there would really be anything greasy in this.
"I'm 100% sure that our selection is fair, I don't know why Tang Zhenglong is so angry, he is a little too aggressive."
"You mean Tang Zhenglong can't afford to lose?"
"yes, that's what I mean."
"But what Tang Zhenglong said is also reasonable, with the existing selection rules, it is indeed impossible for Asians to win the bid."
Ivan shrugged, "Then who can be blamed?" Asia only has 4 World Cup spots, is that my fault? ”
"If there are 10 places in Asia, who will watch such a World Cup?"
There were also reporters from Asia who were upset.
"Are you insulting Asian football?"
"Look, look, you are as glass-hearted as Tang Zhenglong, I think what needs to be changed is Asian football, not our "French football"."
"In addition, I declare that I will never be included in the list of candidates for Tang Zhenglong, goodbye, Tang!"
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FIFA Headquarters, Zurich, Switzerland.
Blatter called his assistant and confidant, Valk.
"Valker, here's our chance."
Valker was stunned: "Mr. President, I don't understand what you mean?" ”
"Remember those arrogant Frenchmen?"
"You mean the guys in French football?"
"That's right!"
Blatter has long wanted to merge the Ballon d'Or and FIFA Footballer of the Year to form an authority.
But the French don't look down on the world footballer at all, and think that the Ballon d'Or is more noble, which makes Blatter angry.
Now's your chance.
"You said that if this year's World Footballer of the Year was Tang Zhenglong, wouldn't it be interesting?"
Flutter.
Valker laughed, this is Chiguoguo slapping French football in the face.
"Is that going to be a falling out? They will never work with us again. ”
"It doesn't matter, I've made up my mind that the World Footballer of the Year is going to kill the Ballon d'Or and become the supreme of football."
"We'll see."