Chapter 823: Grimaldi! UEFA Awards Ceremony's Stunning Opening! Step by Step to the Top!

This kind of move in this setting would originally seem a bit unrestrained, a little too forceful.

But at this moment, everyone on the scene wore bittersweet smiles, looking at this couple like divine beings, with nothing but heartfelt blessings in their eyes.

As long as the emotions and feelings are sincere, they naturally feel beautiful.

They might recall when they played football as kids, standing by the sidelines with the little girl holding water and towels, remembering how she jumped to celebrate their goals.

In a sense, it’s the same…just the setting and the boy’s level of glory are different.

They would think, at this moment, Ma’el is feeling not just glory and accomplishment, but also a strong sense of happiness—a true young winner in life.

“Ohhh…..!”

The outside area is still bustling, especially where Harry and the others are, resembling a joyous playground.

“Won the award right away!”

Safina looked at the big screen with shining eyes, vaguely hearing the commotion below. She clapped excitedly, “This is amazing! I’m even more sure now that he’ll definitely win the best!”

Aisha sat beside her, also with a smiling face, clapping but without saying a word.

“Do you want to see him win the best more or get a pay raise more?” Harry jested beside her.

“Aren’t these the same thing? How could one be more?” Jose chimed in, laughing, “Whew…..alright, let’s not talk about these boring questions, let’s slowly wait for the final moment to come.”

Safina nodded then turned to Mr. Mendes, who was purposely sitting with them today, and asked with a smile, “Mr. Mendes? How do you feel about having two of your members selected for the best lineup?”

“To be blunt, it’s exhilarating.” Mendes turned with a proud smile to answer, still clapping his hands.

“How exhilarating?” Jose smirked on the side, “More exhilarating than that?”

“Oh.”

Mendes raised an eyebrow, not expecting such a question, after a brief thought he replied with a sly smile, “I think so, this kind of comfort goes beyond physical instinct.”

Davis hadn’t spoken much with the crowd, seemingly delayed, suddenly excitedly chimed in after clapping for a long time: “UEFA’s best lineup is selected, by the end of the year, FIFA’s should also be, right?”

He’s correct, though UEFA’s best doesn’t necessarily mean winning the Golden Ball Award, UEFA’s best lineup basically indicates FIFA’s best lineup.

This can be seen from the selected players, basically the same as this year’s FIFA best lineup.

“I think it must be.” Safina looked at the screen with Ma’el, nodding joyously, “The boss’s performance last year definitely supports him being selected for two of the most heavyweight best lineups.”

Davis took a deep breath, calming his emotions, “I really didn’t expect knowing him for such a short year, watching him go from the rookie king of the minor league to the world’s 11 best in football.”

“And will keep moving forward.” Mendes added on the side, “He must have said such words to anyone, we can all feel his power and desire.”

Everyone turned their eyes back to the screen, no longer chatting, quietly waiting for the most important award to arrive.

…

On-site, the UEFA best 11 players stood in two rows, taking photos on the stage.

In their black suits, they looked imposing, each exuding a full star-like aura…their gathering is definitely a scene loved by fans far and wide.

“Click, click, click…!” The camera kept flashing, capturing the moment, these are, in UEFA’s view, the 11 players with the best performance over the past year.

After taking photos, these 11 picked up commemorative trophies and walked toward the stage, with almost no communication during the process.

After Ma’el left the stage, he headed straight to his seat, with his face becoming more joyful as he got closer to Isabella, seeing her face full of smiles too.

As he approached, Isabella stood up and extended her arms toward him, “Happy now?”

“Of course.”

Ma’el hugged her tightly and then handed the trophy to her, sitting in his seat.

Isabella curiously took the trophy, toying with it, feeling the touch of the UEFA logo with her fingertips.

With a fulfilled face, Ma’el looked at her, not focusing back on the stage until the lights changed a few times, continuing to follow the award ceremony.

“Next, we will award four very special awards, almost unique to UEFA.”

The male host glanced at the card, then raised his voice suddenly, “Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome, with the warmest cheers and applause, the four special best!”

“UEFA’s best goalkeeper of the year—Spain/Casillas!!”

“UEFA’s best defender of the year—Spain/Sergio Ramos!!”

“UEFA’s best midfield of the year—Spain/Iniesta!!”

“Ahaaaa…Xuxu~!!”

After announcing the best for three positions, the atmosphere was already heated, most people stood up to applaud, “Clap, clap, clap…..!”

This counts as another round of selection from UEFA’s best lineup, picking out the most outstanding players from each position!

Ma’el also clapped for these three, meanwhile feeling a bit regretful for the France team players, they defeated Spain to win the European Cup, but still couldn’t compete in these three positions.

He wouldn’t think it’s shady or anything, the France team players in these three positions compared to these three, whether in fame, strength, or honor accumulation, are still considerably inferior.