The final whistle at White Hart Lane had barely faded when post-match chatter shifted from tactics and scorelines to a completely different topic: the Ballon d'Or.By the time City's team bus pulled out of the stadium car park, the name "Adriano" was already trending in dozens of countries.
On the bus, the squad wasn't talking about the win. The television screen at the front had Sky Sports News running a Ballon d'Or segment, with a split-screen showing Messi, Ronaldo, and Adriano.The panel debated endlessly — numbers, trophies, moments.
Sergio Aguero leaned over the aisle toward Adriano."Mate, I don't think they've ever had anyone with your stats. Sixty-seven goals and forty-one assists? That's… what is that? FIFA on amateur?"
Adriano laughed but shook his head. "They'll still look at Messi and Ronaldo first. It's how it works."
"Yeah, but you beat them in the final," David Silva cut in from across the aisle, leaning on the headrest in front of him. "You don't just win trophies — you end other people's stories. That sticks."
Kevin De Bruyne, sitting just behind Silva, smirked. "If you don't win it, I'm burning the FIFA HQ. I'm Belgian—we're good at protests."
A ripple of laughter went down the aisle, even from Joe Hart in the back, who shouted, "Better do it in January, mate. It's colder; the fires last longer."
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By the time they reached Manchester, the players had dispersed to their cars. Adriano got into his, phone buzzing nonstop — messages from family back in Portugal, congratulating him on the game and already teasing him about the Ballon d'Or.
At home later that night, Pellegrini had his own thoughts.In his quiet, measured way, he didn't like hype distracting players, but he also knew there was no stopping it now.
He called Adriano into his office at the training ground the next day.
"Sit down," Pellegrini said, sliding a paper across the desk, a printout of a FIFA press release."They've officially announced the three-man shortlist. You, Messi, Ronaldo."
Adriano picked it up slowly. Seeing his name next to those two, the standard-bearers of world football, hit differently."So… this is real," he said quietly.
Pellegrini nodded. "It was real when you lifted the Champions League. But listen, they will ask you many questions. About Messi, about Ronaldo. You say nothing disrespectful. Keep the focus on your football. Understand?"
Adriano smirked. "You think I'm going to start trash-talking Messi? I'm not Neymar."
Pellegrini chuckled, a rare crack in his composure. "Good. Because the moment you start acting like you've already won, you lose. Let others talk. You play."
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The rest of the squad, however, had no such restraint.
In the canteen, Kompany and Hummels were openly betting on whether Adriano would cry during his acceptance speech if he won."Of course he will," Kompany said. "Kid's got ice in his veins on the pitch, but he's all heart off it."
Hazard grinned, slicing into his omelette. "No chance. He's too cocky for tears."
Casemiro, sitting quietly with a coffee, finally said, "He will cry. He's Portuguese plus Brazilian. We cry about everything. Just don't film it."
***
Elsewhere, the media frenzy grew.
Sky Sports did an entire week of analysis segments titled "Ballon d'Or 2015: The Case for…" — one episode each for Messi, Ronaldo, and Adriano.The Adriano one opened with his thunderous volley against Barcelona in the Champions League Quarter final, slow motion from three different angles, crowd noise swelling in the background.Clips rolled of him assisting Aguero, Hazard, even late-season goals for youth players, alongside commentary from ex-players praising his vision.
Jamie Carragher summed it up bluntly on air:"If we're talking pure numbers, there's no debate. If we're talking trophies, no debate. The only debate is — can FIFA actually give it to a nineteen-year-old?"
The British press was split between pure excitement and guarded realism.
The Guardian's sport column:"Ronaldo has the legacy, Messi has the artistry — but Adriano has the season. The last man to disrupt the Messi-Ronaldo duopoly was Kaká, and he was 25. If the Ballon d'Or is about this year, Adriano wins it. If it's about legacy, he doesn't."
The Telegraph:"He's not just City's best player — he's their culture shift. Winning it at 19 would rewrite the rules of football's biggest individual prize."
The tabloids, predictably, leaned into drama.
Daily Star:"Ronaldo Seething as City Wonderkid Poised to Steal Golden Crown!"— despite no evidence Ronaldo had said anything of the sort.
In Portugal, the narrative was even more intense.Sports channels ran endless highlight reels, and streetside cafés argued over whether Adriano was already better than Figo had been at his age.His parents stayed quiet in public, but old friends from his youth academy days gave interviews — mostly telling stories of him practicing free-kicks after dark until coaches had to drag him home.
Inside the City camp, the Ballon d'Or talk bled into training banter.
During a rondo session, Aguero nutmegged Adriano and shouted, "That's minus ten Ballon d'Or votes!"Later, when Adriano scored a curling strike in a finishing drill, Hazard yelled, "That's the speech sorted!"
Even the younger players like Rashford and Mbappé, treated it like a running joke.Mbappé told reporters with a straight face, "If he wins, he's buying everyone dinner. Five-star. No KFC."
As October arrived, FIFA began filming the usual pre-ceremony interviews.A small crew visited City's training ground, sitting Adriano in front of a neutral grey backdrop. The questions were predictable — best moment of the year, toughest opponent, dream five-a-side.
At one point, the interviewer asked: "If you win, who do you thank first?"
Without hesitation, Adriano said, "My mother. She's the one who told me to stop kicking balls at the neighbor's wall because I'd break something , and then she'd come watch me break defenses instead." He jokingly added, "Then Dad, of course, otherwise he'd nag me for years."
When the crew left, De Bruyne teased him: "Sweet. Really sweet. But you forgot to thank your midfield provider."
Meanwhile, subtle signs of pressure began to show.In interviews after league games, Adriano was asked more about the Ballon d'Or than the matches themselves.Every time, he repeated the same line: "It's an honor to be nominated. My focus is on City and winning more games."
Privately, he admitted to Silva over lunch, "It's not that I'm nervous about the ceremony. I just… I don't want people thinking that's all I care about."
Silva nodded. "That's the thing with individual awards — they make it look like one person did everything. But your teammates know. We all know."
In Madrid, Ronaldo kept his comments brief but pointed when asked."Messi and Adriano are great players. We'll see what the voters decide."The tone, at least according to Spanish sports media, hinted at competitiveness.
Messi, in contrast, gave a calm interview in Catalonia:"He's had an incredible season. I like watching him play. Whether it's him, me, or Cristiano — the important thing is football keeps producing great players."
By next week, the invitations for the Zurich gala had arrived.Adriano's was hand-delivered to the training ground, embossed with gold trim.
Pellegrini handed it to him personally. "You'll need a suit. Not just any suit — something you can wear when you hear your name."
Adriano smiled. "You think I'm winning?"
Pellegrini's eyes were steady. "I think you've already won this season. What happens in Zurich is just ceremony."
The squad's last session before the Christmas break was light.Afterwards, in the dressing room, Kompany raised a mock toast with a water bottle."To our hero— may the Swiss give you a golden ball, and may you not forget your real friends when you're rich and famous."
Everyone laughed. Adriano threw a towel at him. "I'm already rich, Vincent."
But deep down, as he drove home in the crisp winter air, he felt it.This was the biggest stage of his life so far.
And in just a few days, he'd be walking onto it.
Kate also asked jokingly when he got home, " So, which of these dresses looks like Ballon d'Or winner's fiancée?" She raised a few dresses for display.
Adriano chuckled, " Whatever you wear, you'll give off that energy. But maybe the Black and gold dress?"
Kate shook her head, " You're seriously stuck on that theme. You really want my dress similar to the color of your boots?"
Adriano laughed ," Alright, I'll match your colors. Then you can't say it's just you."
Kate smiled and kissed him, " Deal."
****
Soon, it was October 4th, Adriano would be flying to Zurich for the ceremony with Kate. Pellegrini would also join them with Kompany. Silva, Aguero, Hazard, De Bruyne, Hummels, Hart and the others would be also flying in there. The Manchester Airport lounge was quieter than usual, but the buzz around their departure was obvious to anyone watching. A small group of fans had gathered, some holding banners like "AR10 – Bring it Home!" while others just wanted a selfie with their idol.
Throughout the flight, Adriano and Kate kept joking about small stuff — nothing about football, almost deliberately avoiding the subject. Kate, sitting next to the window, had a glossy wedding venue catalogue open on her lap."Alright," she said, tapping a page showing a castle in the Scottish Highlands, "imagine this in summer. Private lake, fireworks, string quartet—"Adriano cut in with a laugh. "—and then our guests need oxygen masks because we're up a mountain? No thanks. I'm not carrying Aguero in a tux up a hill."Kate smirked, "Fine. How about a beach in Portugal? You'd get sunburnt in your photos, though."They bickered playfully for a while, drawing amused glances from Kompany across the aisle. Pellegrini, ever the composed manager, just shook his head with a smile as he read the day's paper.
As they landed in Zurich, the chill in the air was a reminder that autumn was firmly here. Black Mercedes vans were waiting for them. Adriano slid into the back with Kate, the tinted glass separating them from the swarm of photographers outside. Once at the hotel, the squad dispersed to their rooms. Adriano and Kate ordered room service and decided to have an early night — the next day would be big.
The morning of the ceremony arrived, crisp and cold. Adriano woke up early, still in that strange half-excited, half-anxious state. Kate was leaning on the headboard scrolling through her phone."You're up early," she said, lowering the phone. "Nerves?""A little," Adriano admitted, rubbing his eyes.Kate shifted closer, wrapping her arms around him. "It's just another match day, but instead of scoring goals, you're picking up a golden football. And you've already won it before you've even stepped on stage."Adriano chuckled, "I hope so."
After breakfast, the day moved slowly. By afternoon, preparations began. Adriano's black Louis Vuitton suit hung from the wardrobe door — sharp tailoring, golden tie perfectly matching Kate's luxurious black gown with a golden shawl. She helped adjust his tie, then took a step back to admire."You clean up well, AR10," she teased."And you," he grinned, "are going to steal all the attention."
They met Pellegrini and Kompany in the lobby, then joined the convoy heading to the venue. As soon as they stepped onto the red carpet, cameras flashed relentlessly. Reporters leaned over barriers shouting questions."Adriano! What will you say if you win?""Adriano! Is this your year?"He smiled, waved, and kept moving, the atmosphere a strange mix of chaos and glamour.
Inside, the venue was lavish — deep gold drapes, spotlights catching the glint of the Ballon d'Or trophy on display. The giant screen behind the stage played highlights of nominees' seasons. Adriano caught glimpses of his own goals — the volley in the Champions League final, the long-range rocket against Arsenal, the cheeky chip versus Liverpool.
Then came a familiar voice."How are you feeling about being the youngest player to win the Ballon d'Or, little brother?"Cristiano Ronaldo stood there with Georgina, grinning.Adriano hugged him, replying with a smirk, "Like I'm about to steal your spotlight."They laughed, and the conversation flowed naturally. They talked briefly about Portugal's national team fixtures, training methods, and even joked about fashion choices. Georgina and Kate were equally engaged, discussing travel and favourite restaurants.
Messi joined them moments later, offering a polite handshake and a warm smile. "Big year for you," he said in his quiet, understated way. "Enjoy it — it doesn't happen often."Adriano smiled, "Coming from you, that means a lot."
*****
The room shimmered under golden lighting, the FIFA Ballon d'Or logo glowing at the front of the stage. Adriano and Kate found their seats near the front, alongside the other nominees and dignitaries. Cameras panned across the audience, occasionally stopping on him as the presenters moved through the night's segments — best coach, best women's player, and the FIFA XI being announced with short highlight reels.
The atmosphere tightened when the host, Ruud Gullit, stepped up again with the golden trophy resting on a pedestal beside him. "And now," he said, his voice carrying over the hushed crowd, "the moment the football world has been waiting for… the FIFA Ballon d'Or 2015."
On the big screen, the three finalists' names appeared: Lionel Messi, Cristiano Ronaldo, and Adriano Riveiro. The highlight montage rolled — Messi's mazy dribbles and trophies with Barcelona, Ronaldo's thundering goals in Madrid's white, and then Adriano's season-defining moments with City: the Champions League final strike, a hat-trick at Camp Nou, the curling free-kick against Bayern.
The applause swelled as the video ended. Gullit looked to his co-presenter, who opened the golden envelope slowly for dramatic effect. "And the winner of the FIFA Ballon d'Or 2015 is…" He paused, smiling as the camera zoomed in on the three players. "Making history.....Adriano RIveiro!"
The hall erupted in cheers and applause. Kate grabbed his arm with a gasp, and Pellegrini, sitting behind, gave him a firm pat on the shoulder. Adriano stood, smiling wide, shaking hands with Messi and Ronaldo before making his way to the stage. Ronaldo gave him a quick embrace and whispered, "Enjoy it, champ."
As he took the trophy from Gullit, the photographers' flashes went wild. Adriano lifted it briefly for the cameras, then stepped to the microphone.
"I… wow," he began, taking a moment to breathe. "First, I want to thank my teammates at Manchester City — without you guys, this would never have been possible. Every goal, every assist… it's all because of the way we worked together. To my coach, Pellegrini, thank you for trusting me and helping me grow as a player and a person."
He glanced toward Kate in the audience. "To my fiancée, Kate — your support means everything. Even on the hardest days, you remind me why I love this game." Kate smiled clapped, wiping her tears.
His voice steadied. "And finally, I want to thank my family back in Portugal — my Parents, who are watching from home. This is for you. I could have never done this without your faith and support. You are the best parents a man could ask for."
He lifted the trophy again. "I'm only 19, and I know there's still so much to do. But tonight… I'm proud to represent my club, my country, and everyone who believes that hard work pays off. Thank you."
The crowd rose for a standing ovation as he walked back to his seat, still smiling, the golden trophy in his hands.
****
As Adriano stepped down from the stage, the trophy still warm from his hands, a line of familiar faces waited for him in the wings. FIFA officials congratulated him quickly before moving him toward the press area. Ronaldo was the first to grab him in a firm hug.
"Parabéns, garoto," Ronaldo grinned. "Enjoy it now — next year I'm taking it back."
Adriano laughed. "You'll have to catch me first."Messi stepped in next, smiling warmly. "Well deserved. It's not easy to do what you've done at nineteen.""Means a lot, Leo," Adriano replied, shaking his hand. "See you in the Champions League."
Kate was waiting just behind them, her face glowing with pride. She hugged him tightly, careful not to crush the trophy. "You did it," she whispered.He smirked. "We did it. You were the lucky charm."
The next thirty minutes were a blur — interview after interview, the trophy perched on a stand beside him. He fielded questions about the moment he knew he'd win, whether this was the start of a new era, and his plans for the rest of the season. Each time, he kept it grounded, crediting the team and avoiding the personal hype.
When the official photos were done, Pellegrini appeared beside him, smiling in that understated way of his. "I told you to keep your feet on the ground," the manager said softly."I am," Adriano grinned, patting the trophy. "Just… not this."
By the time they were ushered toward the post-ceremony gala, the atmosphere had shifted. The tension of the award was gone, replaced by music, chatter, and glasses clinking. The players mixed freely — Suarez laughing at a table with Hazard, Silva spinning a bottle of champagne in his hand, and Dani Alves trying to convince Aguero to dance.
Adriano moved through the crowd with Kate, stopping to greet former legends like Figo and Cannavaro, who both had quick stories about their own Ballon d'Or nights."You'll remember the after-party more than the award," Cannavaro joked. "Trust me."
At the City table, Kompany was in full captain mode, raising a glass when Adriano returned. "To the youngest Ballon d'Or winner in history — and to the man who's buying the next round."Adriano shook his head. "Fine. But only if Aguero promises not to disappear after one drink.""I make no promises," Aguero grinned.
As the night went on, Adriano and Kate found themselves on the balcony, looking over Zurich's city lights. The sound of music and laughter drifted from inside."Feels unreal," Adriano said quietly.Kate smiled, leaning against him. "Get used to it. This is just the beginning."
Inside, Hazard was already trying to drag him back to the dance floor, yelling something about "celebrating properly." Adriano laughed, took one last look at the trophy resting safely on the table, and stepped back into the noise and warmth of the night.