Chapter 280: General Zuma "okok!"Since the boss said so, Jiang Yuan definitely had no way to refuse. It seemed that the matter of celebrating his brother's birthday would have to be postponed for the time being. After a celebratory banquet and some hanging out at the bar, it’s hard to say whether Jiang Yuan can get home before noon tomorrow. "It's yours, congratulations!" English Football Association Chairman Dyke took the medal from Vice Chairman David Gill and then hung it around Jiang Yuan's neck. Jiang Yuan picked it up and observed it. It was a copper-yellow medal. From a distance, it looked like the coin-shaped chocolates sold in supermarkets. There is a Premier League lion head on the front and a golden crown on the back, which feels very noticeable when touched. In general, this medal is heavier than Jiang Yuan imagined. "Come, take a look too." Jiang Yuan was seen holding the medal in his left hand and holding his phone in his right hand, with the iPhone camera pointed at the medal: "Brothers, today our live broadcast room has attracted over 1000 million followers, so I'll just draw this medal." 【…】 【6】
[I lost, but it's you] [Other live broadcast rooms are all about drawing red envelopes and mobile phones, what does it mean for you to draw the Premier League championship medal? ] [Hey, don't say that, isn't the Premier League medal more impressive than some mobile phone red envelope? ] [That makes sense, then I must sign up] Having said that, everyone knows that Jiang Yuan is joking. Jiang Yuan's account on the live streaming platform currently has a total of 450 million followers. Although there will be a wave of popularity after winning the championship, it is almost midnight in China after all. It is only a matter of time before it breaks through 1000 million, but definitely not today. The medal should be kept in a safe place. When Jiang Yuan is admitted to university, he might need to use this medal to ask his counselor for extra credits! "John!" Mourinho took the championship trophy from Dyke, walked over and handed it to captain Terry, who grabbed the handles on both sides of the trophy. The fans in the stadium began to count down. "3!" "2!" "1" "We are the champions!" After finishing, Terry handed the trophy to Azpilicueta with the same gesture. "We are the champions!" Chelsea! Boom! Chelsea! Boom!
In the noisy Stamford Bridge, the commentator turned up the volume: "Congratulations to the 2015-16 Premier League champions, Chelsea FC!" "Wohooo!!!" …… Far away in China, in Qingshan City, it was already 12: in the morning. He Qiongshan and his wife Ye Ling were sitting in front of the TV. At this time, the men's football coach of Qingshan Middle School was already in tears. "Xiaoling, do you remember what I told you at the beginning, Jiang Yuan is a very talented boy? Look, what did I say? Is it true? Hey, just tell me whether my vision is wrong or not?" "Damn it, Jiang Yuan, you are really awesome!" At the end of April, a China League One team invited He Qiongshan to coach the team, but He Qiongshan directly refused. The reason for the refusal was: I only coach three types of players in my life: first, players from the Portuguese Super League; second, players from the Premier League; and third, players from the Qingshan Junior High School team. As for players of other levels, I can only say sorry. Ye Ling on the side rolled her eyes at He Qiongshan and said, "Hey, dad, you don't have to be so cocky. Xiao Jiang is talented. What does that have to do with you?" "What did you say!?" Ye Ling did not expect that her words would make He Qiongshan angry. He saw the school team teacher of Qingshan Middle School holding the remote control and pressing "click da da" to replay all the wonderful moments of Jiang Yuan's game. "Look, his ability to change direction and accelerate, do you think this is a talent?" He Qiongshan stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Ye Ling: "Wrong, absolutely wrong!" "Outsiders only think that Jiang Yuan's ability to change direction is purely a physical talent, but I tell you, it's not a talent at all. Jiang Yuan's ability to change direction so quickly is mainly due to the good basic training he did when he was young. When he was in the first year of high school, I led the football team to run 60m sprints on the playground every day. Jiang Yuan's speed was developed at that time." "Come, look again" He Qiongshan made another "da da da" sound, and it was the same scene as before. Jiang Yuan aimed a long shot from outside the penalty area, but Schmeichel didn't react. Unfortunately, Jiang Yuan's shot was slightly off target. Ye Ling pointed at Jiang Yuan in the picture and asked: "Did you teach this too?" "Of course! This is what he was taught in the second year of high school. Do you know why you have to shoot like this? Because the opponent won't be able to react. Look at Schmeichel on the opposite side, the white guy with a very long beard. He's standing there without moving!" "Well!" Ye Ling covered her mouth, her eyes full of admiration for He Qiongshan. When the two of them first started dating, He Qiongshan was still a professional player, and he would often talk to Ye Ling about his football career. Ye Ling didn't understand, but she knew that He Qiongshan was very good. Unexpectedly, He Qiongshan is not only a good athlete, but also a capable coach! "Dad, you are really awesome!" After He Qiongshan's explanation, Ye Ling's attitude took a 180-degree turn, but He Qiongshan didn't buy Ye Ling's account: "You just said I was cocky, and now you're praising me for being awesome?" "I'm sorry, I apologize to you" "Apologize? No use!" He Qiongshan held the back of his head with both hands, leaning back on the sofa, looking extremely comfortable. "Is this okay?" Hearing Ye Ling's voice, He Qiongshan turned around and saw that Ye Ling, who had her hair disheveled just now, now had her hair tied up.
"Cough cough!" He Qiongshan coughed twice and said, "My classmate, I see that your goalkeeping movements are not very standard. Today I will personally come on the court to guide you. You must study hard." …… At Stamford Bridge, Dyke walked slowly towards Jiang Yuan, holding a golden boot in both hands. "wowwowwowow" Chelsea's players immediately gathered around. They were all professional players and of course knew what Dyke was going to do. "Jiang, this is yours" Dyke stretched out his hands, and Jiang Yuan took the golden boots with both hands. So light! This was Jiang Yuan’s first reaction. The Premier League Golden Boot was much lighter than he had imagined. However, even though it was light, the weight of this thing was really amazing! The vice chairman walked over steadily. Jiang Yuan still had an award to take, the Player of the Match, the best player trophy of the game. Rather than a trophy, it was more like a water cup, because it looked exactly like a water cup. If this thing was really a water cup, the volume should be roughly 300ml. Jiang Yuan has already got 7 of these things this season, and now he has a total of 8 including this one in his hand. Of course, there is no such thing as too much! "Jiang, come here!" Zuma came over with a bottle of champagne. Jiang Yuan thought Zuma was going to spray him with the wine, but then he realized what was going on and smiled as he held up his golden boots in front of him. Bang! Zuma pressed the cork with his thumb, opened the champagne, and poured it into Jiang Yuan's golden boots. "More, more!" "This is not enough to drink, quench the thirst of our Mr. Golden Boot!" The players were playing and playing, Hazard was holding Jiang Yuan's mobile phone, and the live broadcast was still going on. "Wowow it's about to overflow!" Jiang Yuan took the golden boot back and then pointed the heel at his mouth. "Grumpy" "what!" 2014 BOLLINGER Rose Champagne + 2015-16 Premier League Golden Boot, the taste of the combination is still very good. Jiang Yuan did not finish the drink in one breath, leaving half in his boots. He then used his boots to pour the liquid on his teammates around him, including Zouma, Terry, William, and even Hazard who was broadcasting live on his mobile phone. No Chelsea player was spared. The award ceremony was going on, and at the same time, the football APP was already blowing up. [Hiss, like a dream] [Fuck, I'm really fed up with CCTV. What's the meaning of stopping the award ceremony halfway through? I don't want to watch the replay of this badminton match! ] [Go to the Happy Beans website to watch foreign live broadcast sources] [Is there anyone who doesn't know that Jiang Yuan is live streaming? ]
[It’s so funny, using the Premier League Golden Boot as a wine glass, these Chelsea guys really know how to have fun] [Um, I'm a college student. I want to ask, for someone like Jiang Yuan who won the Premier League Golden Boot, is there any hope for him to be admitted to a top 985 university? ] [It is unlikely that you will be admitted to a 985 university, but if you win the Premier League Golden Boot, your undergraduate school will probably be upgraded to a 985 university] [Haha, this is true. Jiang Yuan attended Qingshan High School, which was originally in the top ten in the province. After more than a year, it has become the top three in the province. I suggest you go to that school and take a look. A high school has 1 football fields and 5 football teams. Can you believe this? I can't even imagine how much money the Education Bureau approved for them.] [The Qingshan City Education Bureau may want to train the next Jiang Yuan, but to be honest, this is a bit of a matter of fate. In our thousands of years of history, there has only been one Gao Qiu and one Jiang Yuan. I don’t know how long we have to wait for the third king of football.] [I declare that the time of Melo is over! ] Although Jiang Yuan's strength and influence are still far inferior to those of Messi and Ronaldo today, because of his nationality, Jiang Yuan is now the king of football in the hearts of Chinese fans. It is estimated that within a few days, Twitter and Instagram will be occupied by Chinese netizens. The entire award ceremony will last about an hour and a half, and it is not even halfway through. Jiang Yuan has medals around his neck, the Golden Boot in his left hand and the Best Player in his right hand. It is quite tiring to hold them all. At this time, Zu Ma came over happily, looking at the golden boots in Jiang Yuan's hand, his eyes sparkling: "Jiang, I see you are tired too, how about I help you hold it?" "Not given" Jiang Yuan refused directly. "Hey, don't be like this, lend me your Golden Boots, I'll take some photos and post them on Instagram so that the fans can see our harmonious team atmosphere!" "Why would a defender like you dream of winning the Golden Boot?" Jiang Yuan turned around and wanted to run, but Zuma immediately followed him: "Defenders are the cornerstone of a team. Think about it, if Terry and I hadn't been desperately stealing the ball in the backcourt, would you have had so many offensive opportunities?" “Hiss—that’s right!” Jiang Yuan suddenly felt that this made a lot of sense. After thinking about it, he handed over the golden boots and said, "Then give me back my phone." After Hazard finished playing, he gave the phone to Zouma. Come to think of it, it was obviously Jiang Yuan's phone and he started the live broadcast himself, but he had only played for less than 10 minutes so far, and the whole thing was played by Zouma and Hazard. "Don't worry?" Zouma ran away with the Golden Boot, not giving Jiang Yuan a chance to get his phone back. "No, what's the use of this? Do you understand what they are saying?" "Of course I can understand it!" what? Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then he ran after him, stood on tiptoes, and took a look at the phone screen. It was all English. Wow, this group of netizens spoke Chinese when they saw Jiang Yuan, and then switched to English mode when they found out it was Zuma. "Hey guys!" Zouma greeted the Chinese fans in the live broadcast room: "This is the reward I just received, the Premier League Golden Boot, isn't it amazing?" Jiang Yuan:? Zouma is really awesome. He boasted about the Golden Boot for more than half an hour. According to him, without his hard work in the backcourt, Jiang Yuan would have no chance at all. Chinese netizens also gave Zuma face and directly conferred him the title of General of the Cavalry. As for why it was General of the Cavalry, it was because Zuma's name contained a "horse". In English, the word "general" generally refers to a general or marshal, so Zuma was very satisfied with his title.
The Chinese are the most generous. Zuma was directly named a football general just for passing the ball to his compatriots. But in the UK, Zuma couldn't even get the smallest title! So far, there are two people in Chelsea who have the title. The king of football Jiang Yuan and the general of the cavalry, Zuma, no matter how they perform, their cards are fully drawn. Mourinho's interview has ended. Under the gaze of all the fans, the MVP of this game, Jiang Yuan, slowly walked towards the podium, where the official reporter of the English Football Association was waiting for him. "Congratulations, Jiang, you are the Premier League champion and the Premier League Golden Boot winner at the age of 17." The reporter was a blonde woman in her 30s. She was estimated to be about 1 meters tall when wearing high heels, almost as tall as Jiang Yuan. "Um... Ma'am, I appreciate your congratulations, but I think I need to remind you that I had my birthday last week and I am now 18 years old." "Wow, my bad" The female reporter apologized: "Because you look exactly like a child, I forgot that you are an adult. But 17 or 18 is the same. You are undoubtedly the first person in the history of the Premier League to achieve the Premier League Golden Boot at this age. How do you feel now?" Jiang Yuan held the microphone and looked around at the fans in the stands. The faces of the Blues fans were filled with happiness and joy, and there was still a hint of hope in their eyes. In the eyes of these fans, Jiang Yuan was undoubtedly the future of Chelsea. "Um……" Jiang Yuan pursed his lips and was silent for a while, then he exhaled and said: "This is definitely very meaningful to me. I am very grateful to Jose and my teammates. They helped me a lot. Eden and Kurt, they guided me like my predecessors." ! The female reporter's eyes lit up: "You mentioned the help that Hazard and Zuma gave you. Is this help at the level of schoolwork?" "Ha ha!" "Wow!" The female reporter's words made all the fans in the stands laugh. Obviously, everyone still had a deep impression of the news reported by The Sun at that time. The director's camera was directed to Zouma and Hazard under the podium. The two looked at each other and spread their hands to show their innocence. "Of course not! I'm talking about football. Eden and Kurt taught me a lot about playing football." Jiang Yuan was a little speechless, mainly because he had never thought that he would be the best player before, otherwise he would have to be well prepared. He was almost laughed at by the fans just now. I thought the female reporter's teasing was over, but she added: "Excuse me, Jiang, which do you think is harder, the Premier League Golden Boot or English homework?" hiss…… amount…… Ok…… Which is harder? Jiang Yuan frowned and thought carefully for about half a minute, but he couldn't give an accurate answer. Yes, which one is harder, the Premier League Golden Boot or the English homework at school? …… (End of this chapter)