Sob, sob, sob...
Terry cried like an idiot.
See? He had said George was shy.
Even while lifting the trophy, he still called out for him.
Though John Terry had failed to win the Laureus Award, his son had done it.
Next would come the Ballon d'Or, the World Player of the Year!
Terry decided that once they got back to the United Kingdom, if any newspaper dared say one word of nonsense, he would go straight to their office and challenge someone to a real fight!
"Let's go."
Tony Poole stood and said.
"Wait a little. George still needs to take photos. Aren't we attending the banquet afterward?"
Huang Kaiwen asked with a smile.
"Yes!"
"No!"
Seeing that his wife had no interest, Terry could only tearfully give up on attending.
Otherwise, he had wanted to expand his connections in the sporting world. Who knew? Maybe one day he would become a head coach again.
As the protagonist, George was not even as popular as Huang Kaiwen.
However, Huang Kaiwen turned down most requests for photos. After all, today was not his award ceremony.
After briefly taking pictures with a few people, George returned.
"I'm starving."
Inzaghi complained, "I made a reservation at Painting earlier. We can still make it if we go now."
Painting was one of Venice's most famous restaurants. It had been open for nearly two hundred years, and after its recent renovation, it had become even more popular. It was a restaurant with both history and widespread appeal.
"Is that the Painting I know? Summer has always wanted to try it!"
Tony Poole said in surprise.
"Of course!"
Inzaghi said with his chin raised. As an emperor, he naturally had to choose food with taste.
"Then let's hurry up. I can take photos and send