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范志毅脸上淌着汗。他大声地吆喝着队友注意协防,听得出他有点儿着急,以至于他的上海腔有些变调。一场比赛,他像现在这样比划着提醒队友,指挥全队的攻防已经无数次了。多年以来,他的一声呼喊,一个手势对于我们来说都已经太熟悉,或许更是充满了整个足球记忆。这个很中国的男人似乎可以扛下所有苦难,挡住风风雨雨,以至那些对中国足球想爱不能爱,敢恨不敢爱的人们一次次忍不住驻足回望。是什么让他如此留恋?不顾脸上风霜的痕迹和心酸,是什么让他如此固执,伴随中国足球二十几年的谩骂声竟没将他淹没。这是个痴情的男人,有情人如是说。十几年来这个男人端着他宽宽的肩膀在我们的眼前晃来晃去,晃走岁月,送走韶华。他接受过人们对他的赞誉,但更多的
Fan Zhiyi face dripping sweat. He shouted his teammates shouting loudly to help defend, I heard him a little anxious, so that some changes in his Shanghai chamber. A game, he gestures to remind his teammates as now, directing the team offense and defense has been numerous times. Over the years, his cry, a gesture for us are already too familiar, perhaps more full of memory of the entire football. This very Chinese man seems to be able to carry all the hardships, blocking the ups and downs, and even those who want to love Chinese football can not love, dare to love people can not help but once again stopped looking back. What makes him so nostalgic? Regardless of the face of the creamy traces and sad, what made him so stubborn, accompanied by Chinese football twenty years of abuse not actually drown him. This is a foolish man, a lover said. Over the past decade or so this man carrying his broad shoulders dangling in front of us, shaking away the years, sending Shaohua. He has received people’s praise of him, but more