The streets of Paris are lit up with neon.

Messi stood at the door of the store, looking at the lively street scene of people going to and about.

Under these lenses, which seem to be slowed down, is the heart beating wildly.

The phone is grasped in the right hand.

How he wished his phone vibrated a little.

It was a fantastic night.

He came to Brazil, originally to attend the awards dinner, but he couldn't resist Xiao Luo's invitation to accompany him to the bar.

Here, he met Kaka, Pirlo, and Suke.

The most critical is the latter.

Why did he drink those two glasses of wine, why was he instigated by the other party, sending that text message.

That's right!

It's text messaging!

Even after drinking two large glasses of red wine, he was still the coward.

He didn't dare call the beautiful girl.

He chose to confess by text message.

Now, the text message has been sent.

Argentina should be in the evening.

Ten minutes had passed, but there had been no movement from the phone.

"Mess up!"

Messi's expression was a little glazed.

He felt like he was going to lose that girl forever.

Messi turned his head and glared at Suker.

Su Ke leaned against the wall and smiled; "Relax, the girl has to struggle for a while, and she will get back to you!"

"You!"

Messi was just about to speak.

The phone vibrates.

This made Messi's whole body freeze.

Suke gestured to his phone.

"And voila! She's got back to you, congratulations! ”

Messi felt like his heart was going to explode.

Trembling, he picked up his phone and opened the inbox on the text message page.

A short text message.

An English word.

【OK！ 】

Messi was in a trance.

Suke smiled; "How?"

Messi muttered: "She promised!" ”

Su Ke stretched out his hand: "Congratulations, there is a beautiful girl who also likes you." ”

Messi's face suddenly turned red.

He looked at Suke.

"I want to drink."

Suke pointed to the bar: "There's one drink at most, don't forget, we have business tomorrow!" ”

Messi nodded repeatedly.

It was an inexplicable night.

He chased the girl of his dreams.

And handed over one. Friend?

Early in the morning, Suke finished his morning run and went to the hotel cafeteria for breakfast.

The hotel's canteen has been chartered.

It's full of guests and players who will be attending the Ballon d'Or ceremony tonight.

Among them, Su Ke also saw a lot of familiar faces.

"Suke!"

A middle-aged man in a gray suit with a fat belly walked over.

Su Ke looked at each other and complained; "It's only been three years since you've been retired, and you're too indulgent!"

The person in front of him is Davao. Sucre.

"You kid still take care of my figure?"

Davao. Suke smiled and rubbed Suke's head.

"You're also a guest today?" Suke asked.

"Guest of honor." Davao. Suke laughed.

Because of Suke's relationship, Davao. Suke was also invited to the awards dinner.

Looking at Su Ke in front of him, his eyes were also full of emotion.

The teenager who used to need to make a name for himself is now standing at the top of football.

The honor that he had not been tainted by was already in front of Su Ke.

This night was Suke's first step towards the throne.

How could he miss such an occasion.

"Is the speech ready?" Davao. Suke asked, eating his breakfast.

Suke: "Improvisation!" ”

"Let's prepare, thank you for not missing it!"

"Don't worry!"

Su Ke waved his hand: "You are so nagging now." ”

The whole afternoon was spent in various interviews and networking activities.

Suker was constantly socializing with Carlo Ancelotti and Silvio Berlusconi.

There are some people, he doesn't know who they are, but since he came here, he must also be an important member of the football world.

Among them, Suke also saw Florentino.

Florentino nodded slightly at Suke, who smiled in response.

After the awards evening, he had to talk to Florentino.

Night falls on the city of Paris.

At the Grand Théâtre de Paris, it was already full of people.

The award ceremony of the Golden Globes will take place here.

Suke sat in the car, ready to walk the red carpet.

Beside him, Gisele Bundchen was dressed in a black evening gown.

Giselle Bundchen knew how important it was for Sooker, so he put aside all business activities and rushed to the city of Paris at noon.

She also deliberately took out her treasured evening dress and waited for her appearance.

"Nervous?"

Gisele Bundchen looked at Sukh.

Suke turned his head to look out the window, his right foot shaking.

It was also the first time she had seen such emotions in Suke.

"Baby, there's nothing to be nervous about, even if you don't win the award, you're the protagonist of tonight in my heart!"

Gisele Bundchen comforted.

Suker twisted his head; "What am I going to do in a moment?"

"No!"

Giselle Bundchen raised his chin and said confidently; "You're standing there, and I'm the biggest highlight next to you!"

Suke smiled.

This girl is so confident!

The car starts slowly.

Suker took a deep breath.

"It's our turn!"

The car slowly came to the door of the Grand Theater.

There is a red carpet about 10 meters at the entrance, which leads to the Grand Theater.

It was flanked by a large number of journalists and fans.

As the doors opened, the flashing lights were connected for a while, as if it were daytime.

Suke stepped out of the car first.

A black suit, lined with a black turtleneck, looks casual and dignified.

Su Ke's figure is neither fat nor thin, just enough to prop up a suit.

Get out of the car and hold out your hand.

Gisele Bundchen walked out.

For a while, the atmosphere of the entire awards dinner came to its peak.

With the appearance of the Golden Globe favorites and the world's number one supermodel, they have become the focus of the world.

The two walked into the Grand Theater together.

Along the way, Suke lifted his chin and was unusually confident.

This is the honor he has been looking for.

From Bosnia and Herzegovina to Paris!

From humility to glory!

Along the way, Su Ke didn't dare to relax for half a minute, he did everything he could, and seized every opportunity he could.

And today, he finally stands on the stage of this highest temple of football.

There are also some subtle changes in the mindset at this moment.

But Suke was well aware.

And that's just the beginning!

"Let's go!"

Suker led Gisele Bundchen into the arena.

Inside the venue, everyone turned their heads to look at Suke.

This tonight's protagonist, the biggest favorite for the Golden Globes.

Suke has taken the first step towards a legend!

Grand Théâtre de Paris, Golden Globe Awards ceremony.

There are fifty candidates for the Golden Globe Awards, and about 20 or so came.

Counting the various guests and officials of the Football Association, the crowd was dense.

Sooke weaved through the crowd, repeating the midday work.

Even if Suker doesn't like the environment very much, he needs to be sociable.

Along the way, there was a lot of laughter and laughter, and Suke humorously expressed his humble side.

He is not stunned, at this time, modesty can gain more favor.

All the way around, finally the greeting that should be said is over.

Syllable!

Suker slapped Modric on the shoulder.

"You guys didn't say anything when they came?"

Modric turned his head and smiled; "I only arrived at noon today!"

Modric's girlfriend also greeted Gisele Bundchen.

The two got together and chatted.

Suker hooked Modric's neck and grinned:

"Premier League's No. 1 midfielder Ha~~~"

Modric waved his hand: "Don't listen to the media, they like these things." ”

Suke: "If you don't perform enough, the media won't mention you!" ”

Luka Modric was also nominated for the Ballon d'Or, but of course the ranking should not be high.

However, he has been nominated for other awards.

The Ballon d'Or ceremony is not only the Ballon d'Or, which is the biggest hot spot, but also the best striker, the best midfielder, the best football club and a series of awards.

"Hey! Sucre! ”

While the two were chatting, Messi also walked over.

"Why are you alone?"

Suker asked, looking at Messi.

Messi said embarrassedly; "Antonella is still in school, and she promised me to come with me next time."

Modric looked at Messi in surprise and then at Suker.

"Introduction, Leo. Messi, you should be no stranger! ”

Both of them are leaders of the younger generation, so they are naturally no strangers.

The two shook hands and greeted each other.

At this time, Ronaldo, who was following Ferguson not far away, also saw this scene.

He frowned slightly and shouted; "Luca!"

Modric turned his head and said hello; "I'm leaving."

Suker nodded, watching Modric leave.

He talked and laughed with Ronaldo, and the relationship seemed to be very good.

Suke grinned; "It feels hard to pry it back!"

Suker has some regrets about suggesting that Modric go to Manchester United.

Doesn't this send Ronaldo strong reinforcements!

However, Suke was not too sad.

He also has Kaka!

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