Chapter 462: World Footballer of the Year (Everyday Transition)

Neymar, slightly surprised, pinched his chest.

What the hell?

Even after changing clubs, you can still draw Li?

After joining Paris Saint‑Germain, he launched a series of weight‑gain plans, and his face became rounder.

Over the past half season, his weight increased from 64.5 kg to 74 kg, and his physical confrontation and impact force greatly improved.

However, the Brazilian national team hopes he can drop to 68 kg to meet tactical needs.

Everyone looked at the matchup on the big screen and couldn't help but smile.

Chelsea vs. Paris Saint‑Germain.

Two powerhouses, ahead of the round of sixteen, staged a heavyweight showdown.

Today is different from usual.

After Paris Saint‑Germain splashed 400 million in the summer transfer window, their fighting power surged wildly.

【Li Kang+Neymar+Mbappé. The combined transfer value of the three could create a European powerhouse!】

【The teammates on both sides are also not bad: Hazard vs. Di María! David Luiz vs. Thiago Silva! Azpilicueta vs. Alves!】

【Morata vs. Cavani: missing an open goal — the European twin stars.】

【Alves: I fucking changed three clubs in three years and still can't escape Li Kang?】

【France once again welcomed their king!】

【The World Footballer of the Year award will be given directly, right? No suspense at all!】

The main venue of the draw ceremony.

Alonso didn't dawdle.

Clack‑clack, he split open the two small balls.

"The second matchup result is out."

"Arsenal vs. Borussia Dortmund!"

Enrique was full of confidence, wearing an arrogant expression.

His Gunners had long abandoned the League Cup and FA Cup, focusing on a single front, relying on outstanding set‑piece attacks and solid defensive counters to firmly hold a BIG6 spot in the Premier League.

In the Champions League group stage they faced three "minnows", sweeping them aside with unstoppable momentum.

Playing well is not as good as drawing well.

Would Arsenal fear a already‑declining Borussia Dortmund?

Impossible.

Steadily securing a spot in the Champions League quarterfinals.

Enrique gathered his thoughts, his face breaking into a smile, then he looked sympathetically at Mourinho.

"The third matchup result is out."

"Bayern Munich vs. Manchester United!"

The Bundesliga giants experienced a managerial change early in the season.

The 72‑year‑old Heynckes came out of retirement to take on the "firefighting" role.

Bayern Munich regained its dominance, crushing all opponents, only losing the match against Mönchengladbach.

Alonso harbors deep feelings for Liverpool.

As a witness to the Istanbul miracle, he very much hopes Liverpool can return to the pinnacle of Europe.

Come on.

Let me make a contribution.

"The fourth matchup result is out."

"Liverpool vs. Barcelona!"

The legendary midfielder stared blankly.

Klopp's smile was complex.

Half an hour later.

The Champions League round of sixteen draw ended.

Some were happy, some were worried, and others were preparing to mess around with tactical experiments.

Guardiola put away his pen and handed the densely filled draft sheets to Tuchel.

He opened it, casually drew a few lines, and silently passed it back.

Klopp glanced sideways a few times, laughing as he shook his head.

Simeone frowned grimly: "Atletico Madrid this season is awful — hampered by the transfer ban, coinciding with a squad turnover, and injuries piling up."

Zidane's expression remained calm.

He seemed to be looking forward to the upcoming award ceremony.

The lights suddenly dimmed.

Immediately afterward, the next segment began.

World Footballer of the Year·Award Ceremony!

When the lights came on again.

The main stage revealed a silver‑gray trophy.

The middle of the cup's body is engraved with "TheBest".

The top of the cup is a silver football, modeled after the ball used in the 1930 World Cup final.

The one‑of‑a‑kind World Footballer of the Year trophy!

The lights in the whole venue alternated between white and blue.

A fiery‑figured female host in a long dress walked out from the side stage.

34‑year‑old Lai La Anna Li.

Her looks don't fit Eastern aesthetics, but her every gesture exudes the charm of a mature woman, like a ripe peach.

"FIFA has revised the voting rules this year."

"The voting weight of each national team's head coach and captain is 25%."

"The media's voting weight is 25%."

"The voting weight of fans worldwide is 25%."

"The professional jury's voting weight is"

"The designer of this trophy is Croatian artist Katicic!"

Da Luo trudged forward with heavy steps, a beaming smile on his face, slowly walking onto the stage.

The award presenter was him again.

"In 1996, I became the youngest ever World Footballer of the Year."

"Today, someone has broken that record."

The big screen gradually showed the black‑haired silhouette of a figure with a bandaged hand.

The red‑white number ten from Qiannian Qiuchang.

The audience burst into thunderous applause.

"2017 World Footballer of the Year, Li Kang!"

"TheBest!"

Li Kang walked onto the stage and took the trophy from Da Luo's hands.

Lai La Anna promptly added:

"The youngest ever World Footballer of the Year!"

The media reporters eagerly recorded this classic moment.

In front of their televisions, fans all over the world couldn't help cheering.

Da Luo gave him a big hug.

"Young man, your era has arrived."

Li Kang smiled.

He faced the camera and raised the glittering silver trophy.

Moments later.

The 2017 World Women's Footballer of the Year was born.

Barcelona women's football - Lieke Martens lifted a "half‑body" trophy.

She not only helped Barcelona achieve the treble, but also led the Dutch team to win the 2017 Women's European Cup.

Fans affectionately call her: "Orange Lioness"!

Enrique and Valverde excitedly clapped loudly.

Who says the red‑and‑blue army has declined?

But there's still the Barcelona women's team? They sweep Europe just as well!

The ceremony ended completely.

Garden banquet.

Under nightfall, Lake Geneva reflected the stars and the moon.

Guardiola grabbed Valverde and kept talking, gesturing excitedly.

"You can't use Messi like that; he bears too heavy a burden in matches!"

"Give youngsters a chance; find a prospect from La Masia who can help Messi lighten his play‑making load."

"Don't stifle Messi's attacking talent any longer."

Valverde's face darkened: "How could it be so easy to find a suitable youngster?"

De Bruyne stood aside, absentmindedly plucking leaves.

Not far away.

Neymar and Messi were catching up.

The outside world once described their relationship at Barcelona as "heir", "crown prince", "replacement".

In fact, their private bond is very deep.

Messi hopes to see in the future that Neymar becomes the king of Camp Nou.

But the latter thinks he won't live to see that day.

By the lake.

Li Kang and Tuchel were surrounded by FIFA officials.

Words of praise echoed in their ears.

Moments later.

Everyone dispersed.

Tuchel hesitated, then said: "Excessive praise is poison; conquer honor, but don't become its slave—you're still young."

Li Kang nodded seriously.

Sorry I got back from work so late; I'll try to do better tomorrow.