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在马拉多纳扶腰长叹的时候在克林斯曼挥手别离的时候在范巴斯滕忧伤谢幕的时候……多年之后,你也舍泪离开,只留下黄昏的一角,和记忆中柔美的弦刀。萨基,卡佩罗,里皮……千古恩仇,犹如浪卷胥魂,山锁吴钩,可是后只看到你那渐行渐远的背影,淌着一丝夕阳的余愁。花谢了,可你的传奇呢?已成为永世不化的脚印,为故人的心底,注入几丝快乐和对拉菲尔回忆时的点点凄迷。从佛罗伦萨的少年往事到尤文图斯的骏马,从红黑军团的主力不稳,到国际米兰的讽嘲,在光辉的博洛尼亚东山再起,在艰苦的布雷西亚神奇救亡,并结束这哈姆雷特式的绿茵苦旅,时间在蒸发,你的足球生命也像一柱香一样,越来越短,最后,短成一句格言——其实那更像一个符咒,连你自己也不知它的诡秘。你只是把你越来越少的光热,分赠着,让得到它的人们揣摩;你只是在燃烧的阵痛中,忘记或默涌。
When Maradona sighed and waited in Klinsmann and waved away at Van Basten’s sad curtain call ... Years later, you also shed tears and left only the corner of the evening, Chord knife. Saki, Capello, Lippi ... ... ages of ancestors, like a wave of volume Xun soul, mountain hook Wu hook, but only to see you behind the distant shadow, dripping with a trace of the rest of the sunset. Thanks to flowers, but your legend? It has become a permanent footprints, for the heart of the enemy, into a few happy and memories of Rafael when the little bit of sad. From Juventus in Florence to Juventus’ steeds, from the main instability of the Rossoneri to ironic Inter Milan, the resplendent mountains of Bologna, the magical rescue of Brescia, and the conclusion of this Hamlet-style green journey , Time is evaporating, your soccer life is like a stick of incense, getting shorter and shorter, and finally, short aphorisms - in fact it is more like a spell, even you do not know its secretive. You are just getting less and less of your light and heat, giving gifts to people who get it; you are just forgetting or moaning in the burning pain.