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也许此刻, 他正双手卡腰, 得意地斜睨着两边站脚助威的——扎蝴蝶结的“姑娘家”, 穿开裆裤的“男子汉”. 也许此刻, 他正吻紧嘴巴, 强忍失分的羞赧, 双手捂紧耳朵, 拒绝收听——对方高分贝的喧嚣……终于, 他大吼一声: 开球! 脚下龟裂的足球, 便带着鸽哨般的啸音, 带着他全部的希望与失望, 飞向头顶的兰天, 飞向那书包垒就的大门. 谁敢说, 这巴掌大的绿地, 不能诞生中国的贝利、罗西、马拉多纳? 谁敢说,
Perhaps now, with his hands on his waist, proudly bends his “girl home,” bow tie-cheeked, wearing a crotch man’s “man.” Perhaps at the moment, he is kissing and forcibly losing Shy, hands clasped his ears, refused to listen - the other high-bustle of the noise ... ... Finally, he roared: kick-off! Football foot crack, then with a whistle-like whistle, with all his hopes And disappointment, flying overhead blue sky, flew to the barrier of the barrier of the door who would say that this slap in the face of green, can not be born in China’s Bailey, Rossi, Maradona? Who can say,