Chapter 353: It’s a little hard to beat me

Football City Stadium has become the home of the German team. All German fans are cheering wildly, celebrating victory and celebrating the championship.
On the sidelines, FIFA staff members have begun to build the podium in full swing, and then, it will be the most exciting moment for awards.
Under the leadership of Barak, the German players returned to the locker room and put on a special championship commemorative jersey before they were excited to return to the court.
While waiting for the awards, the German players still gathered together to celebrate, and beside them, the Dutch looked lonely and lost in the World Cup finals. This is definitely the cruelest thing in the world.
I am afraid that the title of the uncrowned king will remain on the Dutch team.
Ye Feng thought that the Dutch team would be very unwilling to lose, and they would also look with anger in their eyes. However, this is not the case.
He only saw death despair in the eyes of the Dutch.
The fight lost, and the game also lost. This blow made the Dutch simply unbearable.
After thinking for a while, Ye Feng walked into the circle of Dutch players, his expression on the face with a little impenetrable meaning.
Seeing Ye Feng walking towards them, the Dutch players' eyes changed a little.
It was this man who killed the Quartet in the player aisle, as well as the Quartet on the court, leaving the Dutch team with the most painful defeat.
Is he here to provoke?
Or ridicule and mocking us losers?
However, Ye Feng did not do that.
"My 3000w, your performance is not so good!"
Ye Feng walked in front of Engral and hugged his frustrated Schalke 04 teammate, then shrugged slightly.
Englar squeezed a smile, but the smile was also reluctant. Although the "Mr. 3000w" sounded very good, but the team fell before the Hercules Cup, Engelal still couldn't laugh.
Ye Feng also knew that it was impossible for Engelar to laugh and scold himself as before, so after hugging, he separated from Engelar and came to Robben again.
"I hope this game will not affect your state next season, and I look forward to working with you to win the Champions League!"
Ye Feng stretched out his hand to Robben and smiled, with a soothing and encouraging element in his tone.
Robben reached out with Ye Feng and then pulled the two closer together, hitting their shoulders to express their meaning, but did not speak.
Finally, Ye Feng came to Van Bommel again.
"I'm sorry, Captain, you took away the Hercules Cup." Ye Feng made a look of fear and sincerity, and then said with a smile: "At your age, I am afraid there will be no chance to appear on the World Cup again , This is really cruel."
Van Bommel felt that the black line on his head was coming straight, and he really wanted to give Ye Feng a few punches and let him vent.
"Hurry up!" Van Bommel pushed Ye Feng. "If you don't want to be beaten!"
It turned out that other players in the Netherlands were extremely glaring at Ye Feng at this time. Anyway, the big battle in the player tunnel at halftime had turned them into enemies.
However, Ye Feng couldn't help laughing.
"It's a little hard to beat me!"
If in the competition, Ye Feng still has no money to buy skills, then now that the game is over, Ye Feng has spent a lot of money, and can upgrade the fighting master to advanced level in minutes.
Don't talk about three or two at that time, I am afraid that even five or six Dutch people will not be close to him!
However, Ye Feng did not continue to stay here to stimulate the Dutch because the award ceremony was about to begin.
Several FIFA gangsters also came out of the player channel, which means that the highlight is coming soon.
A staff member has come to find Ye Feng and took him to a specific location, waiting for the award.
Ye Feng was surprised to find that Barak also came and stood beside him, and then, it was Neuer.
Ye Feng scratched his head and began to stage the cake in his heart.
At the award ceremony, there were actually only four individual awards.
They are the best shooter, the most valuable player, the best newcomer and the golden glove award.
Since Neuer appeared here, it must be the Golden Gloves Award, and there may be a best newcomer. After all, Neuer is also participating in the World Cup for the first time;
And Barak is standing here, definitely not winning the Golden Gloves Award, not the Golden Boot Award, nor the best newcomer. Then there is only one possibility. The captain will get the most valuable player!
Ye Feng himself, has missed the most valuable player, that is, the World Cup Golden Globe Award, but locked the World Cup Golden Boot!
In other words, three people divided up the four individual awards of the World Cup, and at the same time, Ye Feng had to compete with Neuer for the best newcomer!
This is really not a weighty award!
Before the start of the World Cup, Ye Feng had already stared at the Golden Boot, and now it finally got his wish. It was really exciting.
As for the World Cup Golden Globe Award, which is about the same as the Golden Boot Award, Ye Feng is also very interested, but it is not necessary.
At least Fat Shui Mei slipped to the outsider field, and Baracola is also very good!
As the captain of the World Cup championship team, Barack deserves the World Cup Golden Globe for his outstanding performance!
Don’t look at Ye Feng scoring more goals, the defensive role in the midfield is more obvious, but Barak is the real core of the German team, the tactical suppression is obvious, if there is no Barack’s impact and pressure, then Ye Feng has no chance Scored so many goals.
So, congratulations are right!
"You said, can you get the best newcomer or can I get the best newcomer?" Ye Feng asked Neuer with a smile.
Neuer's chin was about to be lifted, and he looked smug: "That must be me!"
However, the voice had just dropped, and a picture of Ye Feng's goal had appeared on the big screen of the stadium, and letters were also printed below.
"Congratulations to Ye Feng for winning the Best Newcomer in the World Cup!"
Neuer's expression was not good in an instant, it was too slap!
Although he didn't care much about this newcomer award, but he just finished saying he could win the award, and immediately announced that it was Ye Feng who won the award, and his face was about to be swollen!
Ye Feng looked at Neuer with a smirk, and it was embarrassing to look at Neuer.
Subsequently, Ye Feng, who laughed, followed the staff to several FIFA gangsters.
"Congratulations, your performance is worthy of the best newcomer!" Blatter handed the trophy of the best newcomer to Ye Feng. In the broadcast screen, Blatter behaved like a spring breeze.
But in fact, Blatter really wanted to smash the trophy of the best newcomer directly on Ye Feng's head.
Blatter has learned about the group fight process in the player channel through all channels. Ye Feng, the first to start, and at the same time, a guy who has done several Dutch players, makes Blatter tickle his teeth.
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