rpbooks Chapter 807 Climbing to the top!
Chapter 807 Climbing to the top!
Chapter 807 Climbing to the top!
Johannesburg, Soccer City Stadium.
The cheers continued, the shouts continued, and the madness continued.
Fan Bizhuang and his teammates were chasing and running wantonly on the field. Some staff brought the champagne that had been prepared a long time ago. He was attacked from behind by Pique and Ramos, and he was drowned from head to toe.
Bosque was not angry, but turned around and snatched a bottle of champagne from his assistant Minano, and sprayed it with the players.
Youth and passion were swayed wantonly in the water curtain woven by the rain of champagne.
The joy and glory of the championship made every member of the Spanish team feel so happy that they almost fainted.
"Spain's players and coaches are having a carnival. Their jerseys are also having a carnival. The entire stadium has completely become a sea of wanton riots in Spain!"
"This is the moment of victory for Spain. This is the moment of glory for the matadors. As winners, they are entitled to do whatever celebrations they want on the pitch!"
"Cheer, let's boil, let's enjoy this moment to the fullest!... FIFA officials have appeared on the field, and the staff on site are building the podium, the coveted golden trophy, They were also put on the stadium...the awards ceremony will be held later, let the players make a fuss for a while, and in a few minutes, they will stand on top of the world and receive the respect and admiration of the whole world!"
Amidst the turmoil and hustle and bustle, some Spanish players stayed on the court to revel, some went back to the locker room and changed into a new set of clothes, and some even put on the championship T-shirt prepared for the championship .
Fan Bizhuang originally wanted to go back to the locker room and change into a new set of clothes, but just as he walked to the sidelines, he was surrounded by countless reporters, making him unable to escape.
The reporters will naturally not let go of the "master" of the final and the most shining superstar of this World Cup.The most important thing is that, if there is no accident, this player who has scored eight goals, occupies the top scorer list, and is sure to win the Golden Boot this year will definitely win the Golden Globe and become the best player in this World Cup ——His outstanding performance is unmatched by anyone.
"Fan! Fan!! I am a special correspondent of "Global Sports News", can you accept our exclusive interview? We are one of the sports newspapers with the largest circulation in the world, and we will make your name known to anyone in the world It's all like thunder..."
"Fan, are you satisfied with your performance in the final? Two passes and one shot, the stats are really beautiful. But what I want to say is, do you feel sorry for yourself for not scoring more goals? dissatisfied?"
"Fan, congratulations to you and your team on winning, from now on you are a member of the World Cup winners! It's all just fantastic, Fan, you know, it will get you in this year's Ballon d'Or selection A lot of extra points, are you confident that you can successfully climb to the top of personal glory?"
"Fan, may I ask how you feel at the moment? The feeling of winning the world championship must be wonderful, right?"
"..."
All kinds of problems surrounded Fan Bizhuang tightly like a wave. Fan Bizhuang was a little annoyed, but the joy of winning the championship made him unable to get angry, and he was unwilling to entangle with the reporters.
"Can you let me go first? I need to go back to the locker room to take a shower and change into dry clothes?"
"If you have any questions, we will provide a dedicated question time at the press conference later."
Fan Bizhuang said a few words of "consolation", but the reporters were unmoved, and still looked at him with fiery eyes, refusing to budge. Pushed through the crowd, shouted "We are the champions!", and slipped back to the court.
Seeing Fan Bizhuang running back in a state of embarrassment, his teammates all laughed. Someone rushed up from behind and poured a large bottle of beer on Fan Bizhuang's head, making Fan Bizhuang's already sticky body even worse. Fan Bizhuang was so wet that he was not afraid of being scalded by the boiling water, so he screamed, picked up two bottles of champagne, and chased after Ramos who had poured him a chill.
The court was once again caught in a melee.
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Half an hour later, everything was ready and the podium was set up. FIFA officials also appeared near the podium. As representatives, FIFA President Sepp Blatter and the current South African President Jacob B. Zuma and Zuma stood aside talking and laughing, and the golden Hercules Cup was placed in front of them.
The Spanish players had already stopped making noise and fighting. Everyone was staring at the Golden Trophy, which symbolizes the highest honor in world football. What surprised them was that His Majesty King Juan Carlos I was working Guided by the staff, they walked slowly to the awarding platform.
Generally speaking, the award ceremony of the World Cup champion is conducted by the most important officials of FIFA and the leaders of the national team, and the leader of the winning team rarely participates in the award ceremony.
But thinking about it, before the final started, His Majesty the King came to the locker room to cheer for them. It is not impossible to appear on the court at this moment and be the guest of honor.
"Oh, it's the king of Spain, His Majesty King Juan Carlos I!"
"Will His Majesty the King personally present the award to his children?"
"This is a supreme honor! However, the performance of the Spanish boys deserves such an honor!"
The cheers on the scene went up to a new level, especially the Spanish fans, who clapped their palms in excitement, and some even bowed to the stadium——
"Your Majesty the King! It is our Majesty the King!"
"His Majesty the King is also a true die-hard football fan!"
"At such an important moment, I am not surprised that he will appear on the podium. Yes, he will present awards to our warriors, and he will give our warriors the greatest glory!"
Under the guidance of the staff, Juan Carlos I quickly walked to the awarding platform, shook hands with Blatter and South African President Zuma with a smile, and then started talking softly.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty the King!"
"Congratulations, King Carlos, your people have brought endless glory to your country."
Blatter and Zouma congratulated Carlos I respectively, who smiled and thanked: "I am also proud of my players."
The three continued to chat, and the staff had already gone to notify the two teams that won the World Cup championship and were ready to go to the field to receive the award.
Soon, the two teams walked up amidst the cheers of tens of thousands of fans.
The Dutch team was the first to go to the podium. Under the leadership of the head coach Van Marwijk, followed by Van Bommel, Sneijder, Robben and other players. They still had disappointment and unwillingness on their faces. When he passed the silver medal presented by Blatter, there were even tears in his eyes.
After winning the medals, the Dutch players left quickly. On the one hand, they knew that they were not the protagonists at the moment. On the other hand, they really couldn’t feel relieved that the champion was close at hand but did not belong to them. When the Hercules Cup was held, the longing and loneliness in the eyes were undisguised.
"Now on stage are the winners of the 2010 World Cup in South Africa, and they are—"
"—the Spanish team!"
The cadenced yells of the commentators came over the live broadcast.
The players of the Spanish team, under the leadership of the head coach Bosque, walked towards the podium, and when they passed the high platform where the championship trophy stood, everyone's eyes burst into bright colors, and some people couldn't help reaching out their hands to touch The trophy that represents the highest honor in world football.
"This feels really...awesome!"
Fan Bizhuang also quietly stretched out his hand to touch it. It was cold at the touch, but his heart was hot.
Then Fan Bizhuang lowered his head and walked quickly towards Bratt and the others. He felt that his little action was simply terribly inferior, but he was relieved immediately. There are many people who act more like bumpkins than him, such as Ramos, for example, Pique, these two guys are not only reluctant to take their hands away from the trophy, but even the corners of their mouths are leaking. That look is even more obscene than seeing a big beautiful woman without clothes.
"Congratulations, your performance is unparalleled."
The teammates in front walked past the podium one by one, and His Majesty King Carlos I would shake hands and embrace him, and then Blatter stepped forward to shake hands and hug him again, and hang the golden medal for him with his own hands.
It was the same when it was Fan Bizhuang's turn.
His Majesty the King patted him heavily on the shoulder twice and gave him a big hug.
"You have honored the Puerta family and, of course, made our country proud of you. Fan, you are a true Iberian warrior!"
"Thank you."
Fan Bizhuang sincerely thanks.
Then FIFA President Blatter stepped forward, shook hands with him, hugged him, and then personally brought him the medal.
"Your performance makes me feel dreamy, Fan, this is the era of young people like you, I hope that in the near future, I can present awards to you again in person. Of course, you know what I mean."
Fan Bizhuang nodded knowingly, with a hopeful smile on his face: "Thank you, Mr. Chairman, I am looking forward to such a day."
A golden medal was hung around each player's neck, and then they stayed on the stage. After the gold medals were awarded, the highest moment of the awards ceremony came. South African President Jacob Zuma personally held up the gold cup representing the champion , handed over to the hands of Blatter, who solemnly raised the trophy, handed over to the hands of the Spanish captain Iker Casillas.
"Congratulations, your performance is worthy of this supreme honor!"
Blatter applauded, turned and left, completely leaving the stage to the Spanish team.
The players all stretched their arms as hard as they could, trying to touch the trophy in Casillas' hands, and everyone had bright smiles on their faces.
Cheers and shouts filled the stadium. Under the eyes of everyone, Iker Casillas, who was standing in the middle of the team, raised the trophy in his hand, and all the players raised their hands at the same time, shouting crazily—
"we are the champion!"
Confetti was falling all over the sky, Queen's eternal classic "We Are the Champions" sounded passionately, and the audience was as hot as a volcanic eruption. Time seemed to be frozen at this moment - frozen at the most glorious and glorious stadium belonging to the Spanish team. time.
"Let's cheer, let's scream to our heart's content, cheer for our champion, and cheer for the most influential competitive sport in the world!"
"Guys, friends, friends all over the world, please remember this moment, please remember this summer of 2010! Of course, let us muster our strength and once again shout out the final winner of this World Cup - 2010 The winners of the World Cup in South Africa, they are—"
"The Matador Legion—the Spanish team!"
The tsunami-like sound of mountains and tsunami swept across the stadium, and it was also broadcast on TV, spreading this fiery emotion to the whole world.
On the podium, Fan Bizhuang stood beside Iker Casillas, with a very bright smile on his face, his right hand resting on the bottom of the trophy. This was his happiest and brightest moment. This scene was captured by the sidelines Recorded by professional cameramen, it is forever frozen in the legendary record of the World Cup.
PS: A new chapter will start tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)