Chapter 822 - 12: Grimaldi! UEFA Awards Ceremony’s Shocking Opening! Step by Step to the Top! (Part 3)

In a place unnoticed, a row of presenters in purple uniforms stood at the side of the stage holding 11 small trophies emblazoned with the UEFA logo.

"The 11-12 season has long passed, now let’s give the warmest cheer and applause for the 11 players who excelled last year!"

The male host picked up his script, smiling as he pointed his finger into the dark passageway behind the stage, and the music instantly changed, turning into high-energy rock, like WWE wrestlers making their entrance.

"Dun dun dun dun.... dun dun~ dun dun.....!! Hey.....Eh....!dun dun dun.....!!"

Amidst the music, the male host suddenly took the mic and bent over as if building momentum for something, "11-12 UEFA season, best goalkeeper..... Real Madrid/Spain, Casillas!!"

He roared out, then stood up and pointed towards the passageway, also lifting the spirits of the audience.

"Ohhhhh.....!"

Amongst the cheers and applause, Casillas, in a black suit, walked out with an air of supreme confidence, came to the front stage, and received the Best XI commemorative trophy from a presenter.

"Clap clap clap.....!"

Isabella joined the crowd in applause, only now realizing that this awards ceremony started without an introduction, or rather, it used the UEFA Best XI awards as the opening!

It’s a brilliant idea, instantly heightening the atmosphere and immersing everyone’s minds in this frenzy!

Her expression also turned into one of anticipation, considering Ma’el had just been called out, wasn’t it likely he would also make a dazzling entrance this way?

This official selection of the Best XI is still quite authoritative and prestigious, a pretty decent achievement.

If Ma’el receives it right at the start, it can be considered a guaranteed award, making the trip worthwhile, and alleviating the anxiety of not winning Best Player.

"Best Left Back, Bayern Munich/Germany... Lam!!"

Multicolored lights constantly dazzled; heavy metal music reverberated throughout the venue; amid another wave of cheers, Bayern’s captain Lam emerged smiling to receive the Best XI trophy.

"Best Center Back, Barcelona/Spain... Pique!!

"AC Milan, Arsenal/Brazil... Thiago Silva!!"

"Pshh pshh pshh.....!" White gas emitted from both sides of the passageway, as Pique and Thiago Silva came out smiling to receive this rare honor together.

"Best Right Back, Real Madrid/Spain... Sergio Ramos!!"

The mustached Lord Shui Ramos came out with a gentle smile; his steps were more imposing than others, fitting his playing style.

"Best Midfield, Juventus/Italy..... Pirlo! Barcelona/Spain..... Javi! Barcelona/Spain..... Iniesta!!"

Three players came out one after another, and by this point, 9 players were on stage, leaving only the last 3 spots.

Isabella’s little fists clenched tighter; she didn’t know if the final formation would be 442 or 433. If it’s the former, Ma’el’s chance of winning was uncertain unless his position changed.

"Barcelona/Argentina... Messi.....!!"

"Aaahhhh.....!"

"Ah.....?!?!?!"

When this name was announced, the venue erupted with simultaneous cheers and exclamations, with many eyes showing obvious astonishment.

Messi, Best Midfield?

That would place him in the right midfield position of a 442 formation, moved back a bit?

If so..... it must be to make room for someone else; otherwise, he would have certainly been in the Forward position.

Isabella stood up excitedly, with a smile on her face, since someone changed position, it was likely Ma’el was placed in the most advanced position.

He should still be selected!

"Best Forward, Real Madrid/Portugal..... Ronaldo!!"

The male host quickly announced the second-to-last name, as Ronaldo came out under the spotlight, received his trophy, and stood in place.

Isabella quickly clasped her hands together under her chin, and this image was caught by the venue’s cameras, displayed on the big screen, drawing laughter and leading many to share in her anticipation.

"The last one."

The male host smiled, teased a little, then shouted forcefully, "Arsenal/France..... Ma’el!!"

Selected!

UEFA Best XI!

"Yeah.....!"

Isabella stood up excitedly from her seat, just like when she celebrated Ma’el’s goal initially, celebrating her boyfriend winning his career’s first highly prestigious Best XI award.

Even though she expected it, as the anticipation grew, she could no longer contain her emotions at the moment, jumping and clapping, her cheeks turning red.

"Wow...!"

"Clap clap clap.....!"

Amid the clamor, Ma’el came out in a black suit with a light smile, fully experiencing the glory of the moment.

He received the last Best XI commemorative trophy from the presenter, thanked her, then waved his hand towards the sky.

In over half a year, he went from watching the Best XI award ceremony to being selected himself!

The growth and progress from that were truly a source of heartfelt achievement.

Then, he searched for Isabella’s figure, found her, and blew a kiss.

"Xuxu~.....!!" The crowd started jeering again, teasing Ma’el’s extra gesture.

"Congratulations Ma’el! Love you!!"

Isabella hadn’t sat back down, calling out from below with a childish voice, occasionally clenching her little fists, waving her right hand, crazily supporting Ma’el.