Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 323 Final preparations before the Golden Globe Awards Ceremony! Please welcome your moment! (Ask for monthly ticket)

December 12, Paris, France.

In the Hilton International Hotel, Chen Yufeng was making final preparations.

It was already the second day since he arrived in this beautiful city. Today, he was going to dress up formally and attend the final awards ceremony.

As I have said before, this ceremony will not be particularly grand. All players will be interviewed and awarded in a single line.

At that time, when the final ranking is broadcast on the TV station, the person who finally wins the award will also walk into the honor room and receive this supreme personal honor award!

Everything is live broadcast, there is no shady scene, and there will be no mistakes.

Until then, no one has announced who will win the prize.

If someone says he knows, it must be hype and bragging!

The person who really knows the result is French Football Editor-in-Chief Mr. Ferre. He is a very rigorous and courageous person. He will not even tell his family before the final result is announced.

This is certainly true.

It is this courage and tight-lipped spirit that made him the editor-in-chief of French Football, and also made the selection of the Ballon d'Or so valuable.

If there is controversy and shady stories everywhere, this trophy will not be the trophy that any athlete dreams of. It will become a piece of scrap metal and be put on major commercial websites for sale at low prices.

No one would use brass and gold-plated materials to make it, making it look golden and gorgeous.

"I'm really nervous."

Sitting in front of the mirror, Chen Yufeng smiled and sighed, definitely unsure of the final result.

He could only feel that time passed very slowly now, and everything around him seemed to be in a slow pace.

This made him feel a little anxious and depressed.

But he also understood that this was a normal emotion.

The costume designer was standing behind him at the moment, and several people were trimming his beard and eyebrows to make him look as energetic as possible.

Of course, as a vigorous football player, makeup and other things are definitely not needed. He just needs to look more refined.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to wear the jersey inside, that's their wish and I have to do it."

Chen Yufeng stood up with a smile before putting on his suit. He took out the Leicester City jersey from his backpack and put it on himself, then the shirt and vest, and finally put on the jacket.

There is also an advantage to wearing it this way, it is quite warm.

Another winter has arrived, and whether it is Leicestershire, London, or Paris at this time, the weather is relatively cold.

Next to Chen Yufeng, Chen Binghua, Vichai and others also appeared here. They were also in suits and leather shoes, with excitement on their expressions.

"We will definitely not be allowed in later. I heard that this awards ceremony is relatively private."

Chen Binghua put his right leg on his left leg and said with a smile: "Mr. Vichai, should we find a bar to have a drink?"

"Of course, you must get drunk. On such a good day, you should drink some beer."

It seemed that Vichai was not used to drinking foreign wine, so he took the initiative to suggest drinking beer, "Everyone will probably be very excited later."

"I really don't want to subconsciously hold my posture and just stand aside and applaud when I'm excited."

"Today I hope to find the fanatical me."

His son Ayawat was also sitting nearby and did not interrupt the conversation between the two, but just smiled.

They all know that today's protagonist is Chen Yufeng, and they are the group of people who came to take advantage of it.

But for every individual in the Leicester City team, how can today not be a dream day?

When everyone wakes up in the morning, there is only one thing left in their mind.

Today is the award ceremony for Chen Yufeng. At 9 o'clock in the morning local time, the final ranking of the Golden Globe Awards will be announced. Chen Yufeng is very likely to win the crown!

They want to watch the live broadcast and continue to pay attention here!

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In Leicestershire, countless Leicester City fans also crowded into local bars on this day to watch the final awards results.

Championships are important, but it is also very important for their favorite players to complete an important stage in their lives.

In a football-themed bar with Chen Yufeng's mural painted on the wall, many fans surrounded the few people in the middle, listening to something with great interest.

Looking towards the middle of the crowd, miserable Philip appeared here, accompanied by Klose and Odegaard.

The bar must be Phillip's home court, so no one said anything, just listened to what Phillip said silently.

"Believe me, he will definitely win the award."

Phillip's face had turned red, and he had been drunk in the morning. This was a small probability event.

However, all the outrageous things would not seem outrageous today.

He stretched out a finger and said with a dazed smile: "I am his physical trainer, I know everything about him."

"I even know what color underwear he is wearing and some strange things about him."

The fans sitting around burst into laughter. Many of them knew Philip, and they immediately attacked him: "Stop bragging, you drunkard."

"I can see you almost every month. After setting up your monthly training plan, you always come over to drink with a look on your face like you've eaten shit!"

"What can you teach Chen Yufeng?"

Someone next to him quickly echoed: "Yes, you really know him so well. Why don't you take him to the bar and let me introduce my daughter to him."

"Don't you have Taylor? Do you want to be caught and scolded by Taylor's fans?"

"Tyler? Are they two in love?"

"Maybe not……"

"That's it, I'm not in love or married. Is there anything wrong with me introducing my daughter to him?"

"Actually, I also have a daughter."

"I have it too."

"Did you hear that? Philip, bring him here quickly. We need to have an in-depth discussion in private, otherwise everything you said is just bragging." After everyone chatted for a while, they pointed the finger at Philip again, intending to provoke the general.

Next to him, there was a man who was well dressed, wearing a luxury suit and a Gucci scarf, standing with his wife.

"To be honest, if we want to go on a blind date with Chen Yufeng, it won't be their turn."

"Their children are thousands of miles away from Chen Yufeng and have never interacted with him."

The wife next to him rolled her eyes at him, "You mean Linda? Are you crazy?"

"Of course not, how is that possible?" The man shook his head and laughed.

Everyone gathered together again and listened to Philip in the middle bragging.

Although everyone often criticizes Philip, everyone can definitely listen to everything about Chen Yufeng.

They both wanted to be closer to their favorite Leicester children.

"I'm telling you, he's the one who trains the hardest, and that's the biggest reason why he's achieved what he's doing now."

"Isn't it Klose? Is his physical fitness the best in the team?"

"Ah?" Klose next to him frowned, raised his eyebrows and then nodded quickly: "Yes, that's true."

Just a little weird...

Klose didn't say the second sentence, but the smile on his lips couldn't be suppressed.

This Philip is really addicted to blowing.

"Of course, this is due to the way I train and..."

Philip was about to show off, but was interrupted impatiently by the fans, "Say Chen Yufeng!"

"Okay..." "Anyway, he can definitely do it. He will become the first Golden Ball winner I have led."

"You all don't know how incredible he is. His body is like a machine that can keep running and improving."

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In distant China, many people are also paying attention to the Golden Globe Awards ceremony.

There is nothing to avoid, Chen Yufeng is of Chinese descent, his parents are both Chinese, and he himself has always been called by a Chinese name.

Undoubtedly, he can fill the spiritual void of Chinese fans regarding football.

Accompanying Chen Yufeng step by step, they have already regarded Chen Yufeng as the real Asian King, the highest level of the yellow race!

While paying attention, they have been looking forward to such a legendary moment of honor from a long time ago.

After CCTV obtained the rights to broadcast the FIFA Awards Ceremony in January next year, Sina Sports went through all the trouble to obtain the rights to the French Football Magazine Ballon d'Or Awards.

This may be just a small moment, but for Huaxia fans, it is a different moment and an important moment.

Therefore, Sina Sports started live broadcasting early.

Our old friends Zhan Jun and Director Zhang Lu were still sitting in the indoor studio and appeared in front of everyone with a smile.

"The much-anticipated final awards will begin in half an hour. While fans are paying attention, they can also purchase Premier League football memberships to watch this season's Premier League broadcasts."

Zhan Jun introduced while completing the company's KPI tasks, "We all know that French football officially separated from FIFA this year and independently awarded the Ballon d'Or."

"This is a different award ceremony, and it may make everyone a little stunned during the award process, but it doesn't matter, as long as the person we expect wins the Golden Globe, everything will be fine,"

Director Zhang Lu listened to what Zhan Jun said and added with a smile: "Yes, even if the award ceremony is held on the edge of the bridge, as long as Chen Yufeng wins the award, I believe many people will want to see it."

"This represents a piece of history, a historic breakthrough for yellow people in the sport of football."

"In fact, this is a breakthrough for yellow people in real sports. Before this, no yellow-skinned athlete has ever won this honor."

"Yes." Zhan Jun agreed, but also interrupted; "But one thing is that we still have to be mentally prepared. After all, the final result has not come out yet, and everything is still possible."

On the big screen in front of the two people, tens of millions of people have entered the live broadcast room, posting crazy barrages.

This is certainly not the peak, because the awards ceremony will not officially begin until half an hour later.

By then, even if 200 million people enter the live broadcast room to watch, it will be normal.

"Why haven't you started yet? Is this such a delay?"

"What are you doing? Is there a trailer? Can't I take a look at Chen Yufeng's preparations?"

"Yeah, just broadcast the last bit?"

"It will be broadcast like this this year. There must be translators. Don't say a lot of words that I can't understand."

"I don't understand what the first award ceremony after separation is like."

"Start quickly, Zhan Jun, go and hurry."

"Hahahaha, it's okay if you push it!"

"Chen Yufeng will definitely win the award. If his recent performance can be maintained for one year, it is possible that he will win the award again next year!"

"No, it's so difficult to maintain this state. Let's not praise him, otherwise we will be disappointed and blame others again."

"There are always a lot of negative fans. Some people only like championships and honors. Look at Liu Xiang."

"Chen Yufeng probably can't, everyone knows what kind of breakthrough this is."

"Yes, there are always many dissatisfied people. If you have one, you want five, and if you have five, you want ten."

Looking at these barrages, although Directors Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu had a lot to say, they still smiled and held back.

Nothing else matters, their duty is to broadcast the awards ceremony.

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Paris France.

In the business car, Chen Yufeng was sitting in the second row, looking at the watch strap in his hand.

There are only nineteen minutes left before the final awards ceremony.

"call……"

His breathing couldn't help but become a little rapid, "How long until we can get to the venue?"

The driver didn't look back: "We'll be there in a few minutes, we'll make it in time."

Chen Yufeng nodded, sat on his seat with his eyes closed, and occasionally looked out the window curiously.

He felt that the air was much fresher today, and everyone on the street became very cute, as if everything in the world was beautiful.

On the way back, he hoped he would feel the same way.

"Don't be nervous, what's yours is yours." Chen Binghua next to him patted his shoulder.

Chen Yufeng nodded again and said nothing more.

"At least the top three, right?"

Sitting in the back row with his son, Vichai provided a point of information for the father and son duo, "France Football Magazine contacted us very early on and asked us to take over the trophy the club won this season."

"I heard that the Belgian Football Association also brought the European Cup trophy to the scene. They also included some magazines from various British media. This may be preparing something."

"The top three are for sure." Vichai's child Ayawat shook his head beside him and said: "Actually, there is no suspense about anything else. It just depends on the final Golden Globe Award."

"Father, don't be nervous. Why do we go to all this trouble to come here?"

"How confident were we back then? It would be great to bring that confidence to now."

Not long after, the car stopped at a convention and exhibition center.

Ferre, the editor-in-chief of French Football Magazine, stood at the door and personally welcomed Chen Yufeng's arrival.

"We've said it over and over again."

Chen Binghua smiled and said, "Go ahead, we'll be waiting for you at a nearby bar. I hope everyone can celebrate together when we come out again."

"Yeah." Chen Yufeng replied and got out of the car.

After bidding farewell to Vichai Ayawat and his son, he came to Ferre's side and shook hands with the world-famous football media.

"You don't know the result yet, do you?"

Feyre smiled, made a gesture of invitation, and asked, "Are you looking forward to it?"

"of course."

Chen Yufeng followed Fei Lei. He originally thought that the following would be some regular interviews and press conferences, or even worse, there would be a fan meeting or something.

But he didn't expect that apart from seeing many people crowding the venue from a distance, he could no longer capture the fans and media.

He just followed Fei Lei step by step, deepening his doubts little by little.

It is said that it is doubtful, but actually it cannot be said to be doubtful.

Chen Yufeng could feel that his heartbeat was accelerating and his breathing became very heavy and rapid. He always felt that he was getting closer to something.

This is a very mysterious feeling, the feeling he had after understanding the award-winning competition system.

No interview, no signing session.

Where is this going directly?

Soon, Feyre stopped and pointed his finger at a black door with a smile on his face: "Please welcome your moment."

Chen Yufeng's entire mind went blank. He tremblingly opened the door and walked in.

(End of this chapter)