章 874: On This Night

When Tony Twain stood on the podium in a drenched suit and looking somewhat sloppy, the person waiting in front of him to give out the award was the UEFA President, Michel Platini.

The UEFA's No. 1 figure had a smile on his face as he looked at Twain pulled his wet hair away from his eyes and did not rush him.

Twain had just been splashed from head to toe by the players with the water they normally drank, which happened after he was carried around the field for a round. Twain was caught off guard and cut a sorry figure. He also had to be thankful that the boys did not pour champagne on him. Otherwise, he would have been sticky all over, which would have been extremely uncomfortable.

Platini had been looking at Twain with a smile as if he was looking at something amusing. It was not until Twain finally tidied his messy hair in front of his forehead that he finally extended his hand and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Twain."