The Godzilla of Football

I wrote it for three hours. I was so excited. James and Cyril are so charming. It's my first time writing this fanfic. I'm so excited [make me feel good] Sitting in the Ballon d'Or award ceremony again, James was very happy, and it was visible to everyone. No one can deny his success and glory. He was injured this season but led Real Madrid to win all the championships. He scored the winning goal in the Champions League and beat Bayern at the last moment, becoming the king of the team! In the World Cup that just ended, he led the team to victory after victory again and again. In the final against France, it was still him who stepped forward and scored the winning goal in stoppage time, leading Brazil to win three consecutive World Cups. At that time, he was not only the king of Brazil, but also the unique king in the hearts of everyone who watched his game! Now, tonight, he is sitting in the venue, and all the cells in his body are longing for the same thing - the Golden Globe Award. This is the trophy he has longed for since he was a child. It is so shining and has been calling him, as if calling a wanderer. James believed that the golden trophy was calling his name, and everyone thought so. He smiled, and what shone on this face that was ugly according to popular aesthetics was a moving smile. He knew there wouldn't be a better opportunity than this. For this trophy, he moved to Real Madrid and restrained his temper on the field. Even if he suffered various violations and injustices, he used his own strength to silence others with goals one after another. In the past year, he has tried his best to change people's impression of him. He talked and made friends with many people. He has devoted a lot for this award. James is a "mercenary" in the football world. He has played in all major leagues and won countless trophies. Only the Ballon d'Or, the Ballon d'Or he covets, is his constant nightmare. He smiled and looked ahead. There was only an empty chair in front of him, with a name tag attached to the back. He had an impression of this name. He was his old rival. And this old rival is just one of his countless Ballon d'Or contenders. He has an impression of it just because this old rival's ranking is getting higher year by year, and he has a little more aura than others in playing football, but he is still not as good as him. Who makes him James. Although the old rival also led his team to win championships in other leagues, he defeated him in the World Cup. But the award ceremony has started, why hasn't he arrived yet? Did he just give up because he felt he couldn't compete? He smiled and looked at the empty seat. For some reason, a trace of uneasiness flashed through his heart. He remembered that before departure, he was being posed by Cyril in the hotel room, although he thought it was not necessary. But Cyril, this little sweetheart changed his usual obedience and insisted on dressing him up for the moment. Even David was making noises as the two of them chose a suit for him in a lively manner, but no one could convince the other. He smiled at them both. At this time, his cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. He didn't want to answer it, but for some reason when he realized it, he had already answered the call. The caller called his name, and he recognized that it was his old rival. He still greeted him with a smile. He had been smiling all day today. There was no sound from the other side for some reason, and he kept waiting for no reason. By this time Cyril had chosen a suit for him and asked him to go over and try it on. The caller also heard the shouting, said sorry and hung up. This made him feel strange. He smiled and put on the clothes. Cyril and I drove him and David to the awards ceremony. Cyril was not selected and did not want to join in the fun. He just wanted to wait in the hotel for his idol James to come back with the trophy. James told him that sooner or later Cyril would stand on stage to receive the award, and James and I applauded him in the audience and gave him a hug. Thinking of Cyril's shining eyes, James couldn't help but sit up straighter. The final moment of announcing the Golden Globe Award was coming soon. He temporarily suppressed his smile, trying to look serious. He saw the cameras constantly scanning here, and he didn't want to be involved in all kinds of funny reviews in the future. As the award-giving guests were introduced, the audience involuntarily became quiet and depressed. He saw the award-winning guest open the envelope, and then his smile turned into a shocked expression, and his eyes immediately glanced over and looked towards him. He found it a bit funny that winning an award after so many years would shock the old man so much, but this silence made him feel uneasy. He heard the voices on the stage so far away and so clear. He thought there might be something wrong with his ears, otherwise how could he hear that the person in front of him who was not present was the winner? But amid everyone's shocked expressions, he could no longer deceive himself. He wanted to applaud other people's awards as usual, but he couldn't. He wanted to smile like he always did for other people's awards, but he couldn't. He thought of that apology, of himself who had persevered for so many years, and of his dedication and hard work. In this silence he heard David's voice, and he heard the voices of many people he knew. They seemed angry, roaring, and fighting for his injustice. But he, the person who should have been the most angry, showed no reaction. His mind went into chaos, then became extremely calm. He stood up suddenly, and everyone froze because of his action. He kicked over the chair in front of him, and then left without looking back. He had no memory of what happened next. I only remember that David chased him out and drove him back to the hotel. Cyril hugged him in the hotel, then pulled him and quickly got on the plane. Cyril took him to a holiday island, threw both of their cell phones into David's car, and didn't care about anything anymore. He experienced the long-lost tranquility on this small island, and he once again enjoyed the fun of vacation. Last time he took Cyril with him, but this time it was the other way around, but Cyril was more professional than him and took him on various adventures and games. Under the starry sky, they sat quietly by the campfire. "Go to the Golden Globes." Cyril was startled by his suddenness, but still looked at him brightly. "It's okay, Cyril, thank you. I'm used to it and understand that my failure to win the award is their loss, not mine. No one can deny my position as the number one player." He was sure of what he said, but he still felt a little painful in his heart. He thought of the past season alone and his wandering life. For some reason, his experience in Real Madrid this year came to mind. He suddenly wanted to settle down and end his "mercenary" experience. He remembered his naive idea of ​​one person, one city. He looked up at the dark blue sky, but thought of the white of Real Madrid. At Real Madrid he made friends and had followers. "I'm waiting for you in Real Madrid, waiting for you to be my sharp knife." He listened to Cyril's startled cheers, looked at his smiling face that looked a little distorted due to excessive excitement, and smiled again. "James, you must have a trophy with your name engraved on it!" When he sat in the audience again and watched Cyril lift the trophy with their two names engraved on it, he thought of Cyril's words again and Cyril's shining eyes. He felt that the black curly hair and black eyes seemed to be suddenly full of charm. He smiled and applauded them both for Cyril's sake.

Hahaha Cyril is so young, with a yellow head. James in this book is really gentle, very charming, and a face-lifter. Jpg

Sirius and Cyril are so sweet, James and Cyril are so matched, but James and Ronaldo are also matched well in the other book. James is indeed a heartthrob. Will my wife write a spin-off about James and Ronaldo? Or open another one

No one understands James. When the opponent has no competitive strength, James is still very generous.

Little Allen with blond hair and blue eyes hahahaha, the most favored youngest son

Ahhhhh, I still don't like Xiaoxi. I am very satisfied with the combination of James and Ronaldo in the other book, hehe. Especially James has become a young and fresh young man.

I hope that in this world, James will get his wish and successfully win the Golden Globe Award!

Ahhhhhhhhhh why is there no more? Let's do some extras.

How many people have James' white moonlight cinnabar mole?

Ahhh, it's updated, it's so beautiful! Modo Modo