The individual awards are awarded.

The German team members have stood on both sides and are ready to welcome the runner-up to receive the prize!

This is a routine. Players of the runner-up team receive the award first, and members of the champion team line up to express their welcome and greetings. This is a kind of football culture and etiquette.

But after a group fight, do you still expect the Germans to sincerely welcome the Dutch?

Almost all German players had uncovered gloating and mocking on their faces, which made the Dutch want to attend the award ceremony.

Although in a sense, being able to become the runner-up of the World Cup is definitely a very good result, after all, so many teams can't even make it into the World Cup.

However, if you lose in the final, it is better to be eliminated earlier. At least the disappointment is not that big, and the blow will not be that heavy.

At this time, two heavyweight guests appeared!

German Chancellor Angela Merkel and Dutch Prime Minister walked out of the player channel hand in hand. They will serve as award presenters and FIFA tycoons to present awards to the players.

Nothing is the point, the point is that they actually hold hands!

This makes people feel extremely funny, just like an elderly couple holding an elderly wedding...

Merkel was covered in spring breeze, while the Dutch Prime Minister had a little disappointed expression, and the expressions of the two formed a sharp contrast.

What is the Dutch Prime Minister's name?

OK, that doesn't matter!

Dutch players walked up to the podium with their heads hanging down, with a silver medal hanging around their necks, and then continued to walk down with their heads down, extremely depressed, feeling like a walking zombie.

After the Dutch players received their own silver medal, it was finally the German players' turn to play.

Deafening cheers broke out again at the scene, and all German fans were hoarsely venting their passion. Everyone's voice had become hoarse, but no one cared.

Ye Feng and his teammates stepped forward one after another, shook hands with the bosses, received medals, and then smiled happily.

"My hero, congratulations!" Merkel held Ye Feng's hand and refused to let go. His excited look was not like the leader of a country at all, and he was completely an ordinary fan.

Ye Feng hugged Merkel and said with a smile: "Madam, do you need an autograph?"

Merkel couldn't help laughing, "It would be even better if you could give me the gold medal!"

"Don't think about it!" Ye Feng pretended to be surprised and then laughed.

After receiving the medal, the German players walked to the round podium, stood in place, and were excitedly waiting for the arrival of the most exciting moment.

Like a lady of etiquette, Blatt came to the podium with the Hercules Cup, and in the eyes of the world, he solemnly handed the trophy to the German captain Barack.

Ye Feng was already eager to try it out, and was so excited that he wanted to jump up.

As all the players shouted the countdown together, Barack raised the trophy, and all the players jumped and cheered, and the whole world was already crazy at this moment.

World Champion!

We are the world champions!

Ye Feng was already yelling at the top of his lungs, singing and dancing, venting wildly.

Amid the gushing fireworks and the sky full of ribbons, the Football City Stadium has become a sea of ​​carnival.

Every teammate was fighting for the Hercules Cup, hugging, kissing, holding it over his head, facing the supreme glory of football, no one could keep calm.

"Mine, all mine!"

Muller smiled wildly in his arms, grinning from South Africa to Munich, and said nothing.

"Let go of that trophy and let me do it!"

Ye Feng roared, pressing Muller, who was holding the Hercules Cup, and forcibly snatched the trophy with several teammates. Of course, he did not forget to take the opportunity to ravage Muller.

Then, Ye Feng smirked, held the trophy and started rushing.

He wants to eat alone!

Looking at Ye Feng running wildly with the trophy in his arms, his teammates almost had a crooked nose. They had never seen such a shameless guy!

Needless to say, a few people started chasing Ye Feng. It was another matter if the trophy could be snatched. Beat Ye Feng first to relieve his anger.

Then, the fans saw a funny scene. Ye Feng was celebrating with the trophy himself. The German players chased Ye Feng wildly, but they couldn't catch up because Ye Feng ran too fast!

The ones in the entire German team are better than Ye Feng's speed, namely Reus and Trokhovsky, and the others can only follow Ye Feng's butt and eat dust.

This picture is extremely funny.

Who would have thought that Ye Feng would celebrate with the trophy himself, regardless of others!

But in the end, Ye Feng gave up. Faced with his teammates' net hunting, no matter how cunning Ye Feng was, he could not escape without space.

So I simply put the Hercules Cup on the ground, turned around and ran away, ensuring safety first.

At the Football City Stadium, the German team celebrated for a long time and almost turned into a night of carnival.

When they returned to the hotel, they were still having fun at the temporary party. At this time, nothing was more important than celebrating the championship.

And this night is also destined to be a sleepless night for many fans.

The next morning, the German team flew back to Germany on a special plane. Berlin had prepared all the celebration process and was waiting for the heroes to return triumphantly.

"Let me hang out to play with your trophy!" On the plane, Ye Feng snatched the World Cup Golden Globe Trophy in Barack without saying a word.

"Be careful, but I've been ruined!" Barack was a little worried. Ye Feng was so frivolous, so he really had to be careful.

As soon as he finished speaking, the World Cup Golden Globe Trophy slipped from Ye Feng's hand and fell onto the plane.

Barack: "..."

If the plane hadn't been strong, the trophy would have probably smashed the plane into a pit and then dropped directly from the plane.

Ye Feng smiled awkwardly, picked up the trophy, and then became even more embarrassing!

The trophy was really knocked down and it was a bit shrunk!

"He can't find it, he can't find it!" Ye Feng thought in his heart and returned the trophy to Barack.

However, Barack could not help but get angry when he saw the trophy at a glance.

"Well, otherwise I'll give you the best newcomer trophy in the World Cup to compensate you?" Ye Feng said angrily: "Anyway, there is no difference except for the color."

Barack didn't say anything, he just looked at Ye Feng with his expression of looking at the dead.

Ye Feng sighed, "Okay, can you stop slapping in the face?"

There were bursts of screams coming from the special plane, like crying and complaining.

The teammates laughed and watched Barack deal with Ye Feng. This was almost becoming a daily routine for the German team.

Heinx couldn't help laughing, such a team atmosphere was definitely what he really wanted.

The World Cup championship was won, and Heinx's mission was completed, but now, Heinx has a great goal, which is to lead this German team to create a dynasty that truly belongs to the German chariot!

He believed that this goal could be achieved!
Chapter completed!