Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Salman's smile became even more awkward.

"certainly."

"You are the champion tonight."

"It is also the pride of Asian football."

The two shook hands.

group photo.

The flashbulbs went off everywhere.

The vast majority of viewers had no idea what the two had just said.

Salman was all smiles, while Lin Qi appeared calm and composed.

But the reporters and officials who were nearby were already feeling uneasy.

Lin Qi did not forget.

It's not that I'm afraid to mention it.

He simply chose to remind the other party at the most appropriate time.

The trophy is mine.

I'll take the championship.

But the accounts must also be settled.

Lin Qi walked back to the team with the two heavy trophies for Best Scorer and MVP.

Elena immediately walked over from the sidelines.

Unlike the others who were simply celebrating, she professionally accepted the two trophies, checked the edges for sharp points, and examined their weight.

"I'll keep it for you."

"There's still the championship trophy later, don't take too many."

Lin Qi nodded.

"it is good."

Chen Dayi immediately came over.

"Elena, don't go so fast!"

"I haven't even touched that golden bird yet!"

Elena glanced at him.

"You just touched the gold sneakers."

Chen Dayi was very serious.

"That's different."

"It's just a bird."

"And it's a golden bird."

"I've never touched it in my life."

Lin Qi smiled.

"Come to my home in Italy next time, and take a good look around."

Chen Dayi's eyes lit up instantly.

"real?"

"Can I come to your house to see the trophy?"

Lin Qi said:

"Can."

Chen Dayi immediately became excited.

"Then I want to take a picture!"

"I'm going to post this on social media!"

The caption read: "My and Brother Lin's golden bird."

Wu Xiaohai almost burst out laughing.

"Your caption sounds weird."

Yang Ruian said calmly:

"I suggest you choose a different one."

Chen Dayi blinked.

"Then write: I had a close encounter with the MVP trophy."

Lin Qi nodded.

"This is more normal."

Elena has already handed the two individual trophies to her staff for safekeeping.

She then looked at Lin Qi and whispered a reminder:

"Next is the champion award ceremony."

"You might have to be the one to raise a toast later."

Lin Qi looked ahead.

The championship trophy, featuring a golden dragon holding a ball, has been placed in the center of the podium by the staff.

The lights shone on the trophy, making the two golden dragons seem about to take flight.

All the players on the Chinese team began to line up again.

Chen Wei was holding a gold glove.

Wu Xiaohai held the Best Defense Award trophy.

Yang Ruian holds the Best Midfielder trophy.

Lin Qi just won the Best Scorer and MVP awards.

Tonight's individual awards were almost entirely swept by the Chinese team.

The Japanese team stood to the side, their expressions growing increasingly grim.

They knew it wasn't just a matter of losing the championship.

Even his personal honors were completely taken away by the other party.

The Saudi team, on the other hand, is much more relaxed.

They already have a third-place finisher anyway.

He didn't touch Lin Qi either.

Watching others get slaughtered tonight actually gave me a strange sense of relief.

The beautiful host returned to the front of the stage, raising her voice.

"Next, we will present the team awards for this Asian Youth Football Championship!"

"First, please welcome the Saudi Arabian team, who won third place, to the stage to receive their award!"

The awards ceremony is entering its final stage.

But everyone knows that the real climax is yet to come.

The championship trophy is still there.

It is waiting for the Chinese team.

They were also waiting for Lin Qi.

The loudest cheers of the night would erupt the moment he lifted the trophy.

The Saudi Arabian players straightened their jerseys, their expressions relatively relaxed.

Third place is not the champion.

But for them, at least they won the last game.

In particular, defeating Australia through a penalty shootout carries a touch of heroism.

The Saudi goalkeeper walked in the middle of the team. Although he was a little unhappy about not winning the Golden Glove award, his expression gradually softened when he thought that he still had a bronze medal.

The bronze medals were awarded to them by Saud, the Qatari vice president of the Asian Football Confederation.

However, Saud's expression at this moment was far from pleasant.

They're too lazy to even pretend.

He stood in front of the awards podium, with little smile on his face and mechanical movements.

One medal after another was handed over.

Shake hands, nod, take a photo.

The process is so standardized that there's no fault with it.

But anyone could tell that he was in a very bad mood.

He was initially quite pleased when he was scheduled to participate in the final awards ceremony before the start of the competition.

In his mind, Qatar should at least be on the podium.

After all, the advantages of the Middle East region, the environment of West Asia, and all kinds of familiar resources and connections are all there.

Even if we can't win the championship, surely we should have a chance to win third place?

Who would have thought that Qatar would be defeated by Lin Qi in their final group stage match, losing four goals in ten minutes and sending them home?

That match felt like a slap in the face.

What's even more embarrassing is that Lin Qi went on a killing spree afterward.

South Korea, Australia, and Japan—none of them escaped it.

This makes Qatar's elimination all the more glaring.

It wasn't a loss to an ordinary Chinese team.

After losing to Lin Qigang in Bahrain, their first match was a complete rout, with Lin Qigang being overtaken by Lin Qigang.

Saud was naturally very upset.

He lost all face in front of the AFC officials this time.

Now he has to personally present the award to the Saudi Arabian team, who are also from West Asia.

To be honest, he wasn't in the mood at all.

If the process hadn't been predetermined, and if Infantino hadn't been there today, he wouldn't have even wanted to come to the awards ceremony.

Chinese journalists whispered among themselves in the audience.

"This person doesn't look too good."

"Qadalurea was eliminated in the group stage, no wonder he can't be happy."

"After today's final match, Lin Qi is in such a frenzy that no one can keep up with him."

"Originally, West Asia wanted to make the competition their own stage, but now it has all become Lin Qi's personal show."

"The crucial point is that Qatar has even lost its qualification for the World Youth Championship."

"Spending so much money, and in the end getting nothing in return."

Saud, of course, couldn't hear these comments.

But his expression said it all.

Qatar's team had no results this time.

There were no individual awards.

They will not qualify for the World Youth Championship in the future.

His life after returning to China will probably not be easy.

Because many people will ask this question.

So much money was spent, so many roads were paved, how come we didn't even get a group out in the end?

The answer is simple.

Lin Qi has arrived.

Faced with overwhelming power, many things become nothingness.

After receiving their bronze medal, the Saudi team quickly stepped aside.

Although they weren't the main characters, at least they were able to smile and take pictures.

Compared to the Japanese team that was about to take the stage next to them, they were already much luckier.

The beautiful host then continued to announce:

"Next, please welcome the runner-up of this competition, the Japanese team, to the stage to receive their award."

Applause erupted from the audience.

However, the applause was somewhat of a polite gesture.

With stern faces, the Japanese team members, led by Atsushi Uchiyama, slowly walked towards the podium.

They all had their heads down and their steps were heavy.