"I'm going to slap someone's face."

Chen Yingxiong said it in a joking tone, but Bigon next to him didn't think he was kidding at all.

Chen Yingxiong had been transferred to Napoli for two seasons, and Bigon had been with the team for more than a season. He knew a lot about the hot striker's temper.

This guy is only twenty-two years old, what can you expect him to understand? He is a typical representative of seeking pleasure and revenge, and he will definitely embarrass people in person if he gets the chance.

The way he celebrated a goal in Lyon by slapping Platini in the face was already extremely bold among active players, and he was like havoc in heaven in the match against Barcelona.

Such a person will never lower his posture in front of you and then talk about you behind your back. He will definitely make you unable to step down in person.

So…

Thinking of this trip to Monaco, Bigon suddenly felt a headache coming on.

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Last season's Champions League awards ceremony and the new season's Champions League group stage draw were broadcast live to the world on television. Even China broadcast the draw live.

The media gathered in Monaco. Every player, club official, and coach who entered the venue would first walk a red carpet and be bombarded by flashes of light from the media on both sides.

When Chen Yingxiong and Bigon appeared, the flashes of light were particularly intense. Because the reporters also knew that there was a hidden meaning to this awards ceremony. Many people still remembered the scene of Chen Yingxiong beating Barcelona player Busquets in his own home stadium last season.

The flashes of light kept flashing, making people feel like it was one super long flash, all connected together.

In this dazzling light, Chen Yingxiong walked across the red carpet expressionlessly and calmly. Bigon next to him was completely swept along.

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After entering the venue, everyone sat down according to the seats arranged by the organizing committee. Chen Yingxiong and Bigon then discovered that their seats were very close to the Barcelona representatives... separated only by a club from Romania, Cluj, who were purely there to make up the numbers. It was deliberately arranged to avoid people saying that UEFA was too blatant.

Bigon frowned slightly when he saw the seating arrangement—what did this arrangement mean?

Didn't UEFA know that Chen Yingxiong and Barcelona were at odds? Didn't they know that Napoli and Barcelona were enemies?

However, he just frowned and understood.

This was hype. Just like the hatred between Barcelona and Mourinho, it was all hype. Since it was hype, it should be used well. Although Platini kept saying that football should be separated from money, everyone knew that modern football could not survive without money. Even UEFA itself had to deliberately create some hype for ratings and advertisers.

Putting Barcelona and Napoli together was a deliberately created gimmick.

Thinking of this, his frown deepened. Because he was worried... wouldn't we be grouped with Barcelona in the group stage?

While Bigon was worrying about this and that, Chen Yingxiong sat down carelessly, completely unaware of the Barcelona logo on the chair next to him.

After a while, the Barcelona representatives also made a collective appearance. From the red carpet onwards, they were the focus of attention for many media outlets. Although they did not win last season's Champions League, it was undeniable that this team was the strongest team in football today, and they were the focus of attention wherever they went.

After the Barcelona representatives walked over, they were stunned when they saw Chen Yingxiong, who was sitting on a chair with his arms crossed and legs spread wide, very close to them.

The attention of the other club representatives in attendance was also drawn, and they stopped their discussions and turned their heads to look over. For a moment, the hall, which had been buzzing with noise, suddenly became quiet.

The area in the center of the auditorium naturally became the focus of attention.

The Barcelona players who came this time were Messi, Xavi, Pique, and Valdes. Chen Yingxiong's old enemies Busquets and Alves did not come. Otherwise, if the two sides met, Busquets, whose nose was crooked by Chen Yingxiong's elbow, would probably pounce on him.

But these few also had quite negative feelings towards Chen Yingxiong.

So they were stunned to see that Chen Yingxiong's seat was only two seats away from them.

Pique and Valdes' faces instantly turned ugly.

Valdes lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "Butcher!"

Chen Yingxiong didn't hear him. He leaned back in his chair, raised his head slightly, and looked at the large backdrop on the stage, completely ignoring the enemies who were close at hand.

The technical director of Barcelona Club, Zubizarreta, coughed behind the players to remind everyone not to just stand there and to sit down quickly.

Seeing that the encounter between the two sides did not produce any exciting stories, the onlookers who came to watch the fun were a little disappointed, but they quickly shifted their attention and the quiet hall became lively again. Everyone greeted each other, exchanged pleasantries, and waited for the draw and awards ceremony to begin while chatting.

Bigon leaned over: "Hero..."

"I know." Chen Yingxiong nodded, he knew what Bigon wanted to say. Bigon had been nervously watching the Barcelona players just now.

"Ignore them, manager," he said.

The four Barcelona players sat down and whispered to each other, no one knew what they were talking about. But it was probably related to Chen Yingxiong.

In fact, these four felt that they had no chance of winning the Champions League awards.

After all, last season's champion was Inter Milan. According to the law that the champion is always the biggest winner, many awards were estimated to be taken by Inter Milan.

Messi would have had a chance to win the Champions League Golden Boot if it hadn't been for Chen Yingxiong...

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The Champions League awards ceremony was before the draw ceremony. The awards for last season's Champions League were presented.

As expected, last season's champion Inter Milan was the biggest winner this time. The Best Goalkeeper was won by Cesar, the Best Defender belonged to Maicon, the Best Midfielder Sneijder beat Xavi, and the Best Forward competition was fierce. In the end, Milito defeated Messi and Chen Yingxiong and took home the trophy.

However, the Golden Boot belonged to Chen Yingxiong. This did not require evaluation. The numbers spoke for themselves.

When Platini stood on the stage holding the Golden Boot trophy for the Best Scorer, Chen Yingxiong stood up and walked towards him under the gaze of everyone.

The Frenchman had a gentle smile on his face. Just like when he presented awards to those players before, you couldn't tell how much he hated Chen Yingxiong in his heart.

It had to be said that people in high positions still had some basic self-restraint and superficial skills.

Chen Yingxiong strode forward, and everyone turned their heads to look at him. Of course, they didn't forget to give Chen Yingxiong polite applause. Only the Barcelona players didn't do this. They sat in their seats without any expression.

With the hatred between them and Chen Yingxiong, they didn't need to hide anything in front of outsiders—yes, we just hate this guy, so what?

Chen Yingxiong strode onto the stage and walked towards Platini.

At this moment, not only those present, but all the viewers watching the live broadcast in front of the TV focused their attention on Chen Yingxiong and Platini, who were getting closer and closer. It was said that in China, CCTV Sports Channel even used the grievances between the two as an advertisement for the live broadcast of the draw ceremony. Of course, this trick was very effective. Many fans who didn't plan to watch the live broadcast decided to stay up until midnight to watch the awards ceremony, just to see what sparks would fly when the two met face-to-face this time.

The camera gave close-ups of the two people respectively. Surprisingly, both of them had smiles on their faces. It was understandable that Platini had a smile on his face. After all, he was the UEFA chairman, and he had basic self-restraint, right? His mind was unfathomable, right?

But why was Chen Yingxiong, this hothead, also smiling? Could it be that he was really happy to win the award and didn't bother to find trouble with Platini?

Many people were quite disappointed... Although it was also these people who scolded Chen Yingxiong for being uncool and too impulsive after Chen Yingxiong elbowed Busquets. But now they were disappointed because they couldn't see a good show. So although many people usually criticized Chen Yingxiong, they all hoped in their hearts that Chen Yingxiong would continue to "act recklessly" like this, because according to their own words, it was "If Hero doesn't make such a fuss, how can we watch a good show?" "No one wants to be a fool, but everyone likes to watch fools..."

Platini was a little unsure when he saw the smile on Chen Yingxiong's face. But he quickly calmed down—this was an awards ceremony broadcast live to the world. Even if Chen Yingxiong had ten times the guts, he shouldn't dare to do anything out of line, right?

So he reached out his hand to Chen Yingxiong.

He was going to take the initiative to shake hands.

Chen Yingxiong stepped forward and reached out his hand as well.

The two shook hands.

Platini raised his head in surprise. When he saw the unchanged smile on Chen Yingxiong's face, he also put on a smile again.

Flashes of light flashed in the audience, and applause rang out.

Many people had already thought of the headlines for tomorrow: "Hero and Platini bury the hatchet with a smile." "A handshake of reconciliation"... Reporters could come up with as many headlines like this as they wanted.

Bigon breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Many people who were waiting to see a good show were extremely disappointed. Those Chinese fans who were tricked by CCTV's advertisements and stayed up all night were even angrier and cursed: "CCAv tricked us again!" "Damn it, Hero, you can't bow your head to the powerful!" "I'm so disappointed, this is definitely not Chen Yingxiong, who isn't afraid of anyone, even if the King of Heaven comes!!"

But none of these people knew that although Platini had a smile on his face, his heart was already gnashing his teeth. Because Chen Yingxiong, who was covering Platini's hand, was squeezing it very, very, very hard...

As expected of the UEFA chairman, Platini's endurance was really good. He forcibly endured the severe pain without screaming, and still maintained a smile on his face, so that others couldn't tell at all.

The handshake between the two didn't last long, but Platini felt like he had experienced several minutes, but it was actually only four or five seconds.

After pulling out his hand, Platini gently shook it without attracting attention, only to find that it was so painful that he couldn't clench it...

After taking the Golden Boot symbolizing the Best Scorer from Platini, Chen Yingxiong walked to the microphone. He was going to deliver his acceptance speech.

The applause in the audience disappeared, and everyone quieted down, wanting to hear what Chen Yingxiong had to say.

"When I raised my elbow, I really couldn't hit Alves." This was his first sentence.

The audience was silent.

"Because he's too short!"

Alves was 1.73 meters tall. Was 1.73 meters short? The benevolent see benevolence, and the wise see wisdom when it comes to this question. At least Alves was tall in front of Maradona. But compared to Chen Yingxiong, who was 1.93 meters tall, Alves was indeed too short.

Some people who feared that the world wouldn't be in chaos, or because they just didn't like Barcelona, ​​laughed. This laughter spread quickly throughout the awards ceremony like a plague.

In this burst of laughter, Platini, who was standing next to Chen Yingxiong, couldn't maintain his cultured smile anymore. His face was as black as Bao Zheng. He never expected that Chen Yingxiong would dare to mention this!

The four Barcelona players also had ugly faces. Alves was their teammate, so they wouldn't be happy that Chen Yingxiong was mocking Alves. Especially since Chen Yingxiong was making a fuss about height... how could Messi feel?

"I apologize for elbowing Busquets. I admit that I was too impulsive. He just rushed up and cursed me in Catalan in the first leg, and then rushed up and pushed me hard in the second leg, trying to knock me to the ground, but he was a little weak..."

The more Chen Yingxiong said, the uglier some people's faces became. But they couldn't go up and grab the microphone to stop Chen Yingxiong from speaking.

"So I am willing to accept an eight-match ban, which is almost half a year of European war ban. I especially thank UEFA for being merciful to me and not banning me permanently. Really, I am especially afraid of them doing that."

This was a slap in the face, because everyone knew that UEFA had no power to do so. Chen Yingxiong was using sarcasm to express his dissatisfaction with the eight-match ban...

"If I were to say that even if I don't participate in the group stage, I still want to win the Champions League Golden Boot, I wonder if Mr. Platini would think I'm joking?" At this point, Chen Yingxiong turned his head and looked at Platini with a smile on his face.

Platini knew that as Chen Yingxiong spoke, the camera would be pointed at him, and maybe there would even be a close-up, so he couldn't give people a handle. He quickly put on a smile on his face.

But he was already cursing in his heart: Joke your mother! Golden Boot? Your team doesn't even know if they can break into the knockout stage!

Many people below also gasped and were startled.

Missing six Champions League group stage matches and still wanting to win the Golden Boot? Was this guy out of his mind? Let alone whether Napoli could enter the knockout stage, even if they did, if they were eliminated after one round, how could you compete for the Golden Boot?

The Barcelona players who were still very angry before were now amused—this kid was so arrogant!

Pique even nudged Messi: "Hey, Leo! Your competitor has appeared!" He was teasing Messi. Everyone knew that this kid couldn't be Messi's competitor.

The people who were planning to watch the fun before didn't laugh anymore, because they were all frightened by Chen Yingxiong's arrogant words. Many people had even started whispering to each other.

"Hey, he's joking, right? He's really joking, right?"

"How is this possible?"

"Lying through his teeth! Napoli doesn't even know if they can enter the knockout stage..."

In this low-voiced whisper, the words spoken by Chen Yingxiong through the microphone and loudspeaker were particularly clear and loud.

"Too bad, I'm not joking." Seeing Platini open his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, Chen Yingxiong suddenly interrupted him.

"This Champions League thing this season..." He raised the Golden Boot in his hand and shook it. "I, Chen Yingxiong, have reserved it!"