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And the 2013 Ballon d'Or winner is...
Cristiano Ronaldo!
Thank you.
Oh, I have no words.
I have no woooooords!!
The truth is, yes,
I did expect it.
I must...
I must say that the credit for this is only due to me because the team would be nothing without me.
Boy, step aside. Step aside, boy!
And so I want to dedicate this award to...
...to many people. I don't want to forget anyone.
I want...
I want to dedicate this award to myself.
To myself, because it would never have been possible without me.
Boy, step aside!
So thanks, thanks to me.
And now...
Now I want to ask Messi and Ribéry to go up on stage because they've been two worthy opponents.
Don't laught at Messi's suit, please.
Did you really think they would give the Ballon d'Or to you, huh?
To a short, ugly guy or an ugly, short guy?
Come on, you cheap! Get out of here! Get out!
Take that, the Ballon d'Or!
Boy, come on. That's enough!
What a pest.
And now, I'm leaving you with this unwatchable show called Crackòvia.
Boy, go away!
What a pest.
Merengues,
stupid Barça fans,
players who are not the world's best.
Go away, you ugly!
I haven't been able to pay attention to Crackòvia tonight because I've been tied up receiving a golden award like this.
It's mine, mine, mine!
The truth is I'm not very interested in awards and recognitions,
but if FIFA were excited about giving it to me and taking a picture with me,
what kind of monster wouldn't indulge them this whim?
Besides, football is a team sport and I must appreciate the work done by my dear teammates, such us... er...
What's the name of the blonde guy?
Well, they are all like my brothers,
and their names are not in my head but in my heart.
No grudge. Congratulations.
Thanks, you dwarf. You look like the bartender from The Love Boat.
And don't forget to declare it to the tax office.
It seems that gold counts as an income.
And you, my friends, keep calm.
I've already picked the tacky suit for next year when they give it to me.