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1996英格兰欧洲杯使我们在炎热的夏季经历了一个冬天:没有球星的赛场,有如荒芜的野草疯狂滋长;没有多少精彩一瞬的射门,有如和尚撞钟一样让人觉得索然无味。有的,只是冬眠般的保守和冷寂。欧洲人的功利和理性,使足球在本届欧洲杯中机械地滚到了底线边缘。但就在这时,一双年青的脚将足球优美地勾回到绿茵场上,顿时,欢呼声海啸雷鸣般地响起,精彩纷呈的攻防场面令人热血澎湃,每一粒金光闪闪的入球
The 1996 England European Championship allowed us to experience a wintry in the hot summer months: stadiums without stars played like wild barren grass; there were not many brilliant shots that were as tasteless as a monk’s bell. Some, just hibernating conservative and cold silence. The utility and rationality of Europeans pushed football to the edge of the bottom line mechanically in this European Cup. But just then, a pair of young feet will be beautifully hooked back to the football pitch football field, suddenly, cheering the tsunami thunderous ring, exciting offensive and defensive scenes is a passion, every glittering goal