Godfather of national football

Chapter 687 Awards Ceremony ([-])

"Chen An, are you really the national football coach?"

"You should change your mouth."

"head……"

"correct."

Mu Fei thought to himself: "It's so twisted, Chen An doesn't look like the boss no matter what."

"Hurry up and line up, we welcome the French team."

All the players of the Chinese team were divided into two columns, and the live broadcast began to broadcast-"The runner-up award ceremony is about to begin."

The audience burst into applause, but in the eyes of the French, any consolation is useless, Deschamps is at the forefront of the French team.

He shook hands with Chen An first, then with Li Guo, and after shaking hands with the players of the Chinese team, Deschamps walked to the podium.

Other French players also shook hands with the Chinese players one by one. This French team is really young. The 19-year-old Mbappe is their future star of hope. It is foreseeable that the French team is likely to explode in the European Cup two years later.

When Infantino saw Deschamps, it was like seeing an old friend. The two hugged each other, cheek to cheek, and Infantino gave Deschamps a cheek-to-cheek gift according to the French custom.

"To be honest, I personally would like to see the French team win the World Cup, but I only tell you this sentence."

Deschamps smiled knowingly and thanked Infantino. Infantino turned around, took the silver medal from the hostess and hung it around Deschamps' neck.

"Congratulations again."

Deschamps lowered his head to look at the silver medal on his chest. He had won one two years ago, and it still looked so dazzling.

"It seems that I can only throw it in the drawer when I go home, and keep the silver medal in the European Cup two years ago as a companion." Didier Deschamps thought to himself.

The players of the French team walked up to the podium one by one, and Infantino brought them silver medals one by one. When the players walked off the stage from the other side, they would immediately take off the silver medals around their necks. Of course, everyone would glance at the golden Hercules Cup before leaving the stage.

"I really want to touch it," thought Pogba.

Payet promised his family to take a selfie with the Hercules Cup after the game, but now it seems impossible.

Payet looked at the Hercules Cup greedily, then sighed helplessly, and left the podium.

When Griezmann passed the podium, he still couldn't help but look at the Hercules Cup a few more times. Even if he touched it, it was nothing, but Griezmann didn't, it didn't belong to him. Maybe in Qatar, Grid will taste the taste of the championship.

Griezmann smiled at the Hercules Cup, then walked off the podium, and with other French teammates, Grid also took off the silver medal as soon as he left the podium.

France's World Cup is over, they can leave the pitch!
"Ladies and gentlemen, the champion Chinese team is about to step onto the podium!"

The cheers of the audience reached its peak, Li Guo walked in the front, and countless hands came through the gaps in the wall of men in black, all of them holding mobile phones.

"Director Li, look here and here."

"Director Li, hello, I'm from..."

"Director Li, I love you, I really love you, I really love you."

For these Chinese fans separated by a "wall", Li Guo did not overreact. Now is not the time, and apart from the security, Li Guo can't say anything.

Soon, Li Guo was on the podium. The journey was too short for the proud Li Guo, and it felt like it would be over in a while.

Infantino gave Li Guo a big hug, followed by the President of Russia. The championship awards are different. In the end, Infantino will hand over the Hercules Cup to the Russian President, and then the Russian President will hand over the Hercules Cup to the captain of the Chinese team.

The Russian president looked at Li Guo strangely. He knew that Li Guo had resigned, but what he didn't know was that Li Guo still wouldn't consider coaching Russia.

"congratulations!"

"Thank you, Your Excellency the President."

The players of the Chinese team stepped onto the podium one by one, with smiles on their faces, rubbing the gold medal in front of them in their hands.

"Sure enough, the World Cup is different. It looks much better than the Asian Cup," Mu Fei said.

"Is it okay to be a little promising? Many cameras are shooting it. Don't act like you haven't seen the world."

"Hehe, how many people in this world have seen the gold medal in the World Cup. It's normal for me to be worthless."

Geng Chong shook his head, Mu Fei's thick-skinned kung fu has been practiced to the point of perfection, for Geng Chong, he can only bow down.

The last one to go on stage was Zhou Dun. Everyone knew that the finale was coming. Zhou Dun first shook hands with Infantino, then greeted the Russian President, and finally walked to the middle of the Chinese team.

Holding the Hercules Cup in her hand, the hostess walked towards Infantino. One month, so many sleepless nights, for the glory of this moment today.

Seeing the Hercules Gold Cup, the eyes of the Chinese team players shone, as if they had seen the most beautiful things in the world.

Infantino took the gold cup from the hostess and handed it to the host president. The Russian president weighed it in his hand and handed the cup to Zhou Dun with a smile.

After Zhou Dun took it, he held it up high. The Chinese players behind him cheered, and the fireworks that had been prepared in the stadium rose into the sky. A new king in the history of the World Cup was born.

The gorgeous fireworks and the golden golden cup made the atmosphere in the stadium very hot at this time. Zhou Dun raised the golden cup and wanted to hand it to Li Guo. Everyone was looking forward to it, hoping that Li Guo could lift the golden cup, but Li Guo shook his head, "You guys should come and touch them all, and don't leave any regrets."

Everyone, look at me and I look at you, but they dare not take it. Li Guo smiled and handed it to Mu Fei immediately after taking it, "Go have fun, go show off."

Mu Fei was happy: "Obey!"

"Don't you want to hug the gold cup? Or take a photo?" Li Zibing asked.

"I have you, my hands are too busy."

"nonsense!"

"Hehe, do you want to touch the Hercules Cup? If you want to, I will come later and let you touch it."

"I don't do things that exceed my authority."

Just when Li Guo and Li Zibing were deeply in love, Mu Fei rushed towards the Chinese reporter holding the gold cup.

"Take a picture, take enough pictures, I am the World Cup champion, I am on top of the world."

Mu Fei raised the Hercules Cup high, the cameras of the reporters clicked, and the flashes were like snowflakes.

After Mu Fei showed enough, he handed it over to Geng Chong. He also showed off in front of the reporters. In this way, the Chinese players enjoyed the glory of the world championship one by one. At this time, a reporter interviewed Mu Fei, "Is the Hercules Cup heavy?"

"Not sinking."

Mu Fei thought for a while, then changed his words: "It doesn't sink for those who are worthy of it."

The reporter wrote down this sentence, which later became a classic. Yes, for those who are worthy of the World Cup, the gold cup will not sink.

(End of this chapter)