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欧洲杯大幕徐徐落下,在我们为新秀的抢眼表现击节叫好的时候,那些曾陪伴我们无数个昼夜,承载着我们太多喜怒哀乐的“老将”们即将选择离开,欢宴过后总是啜着浓浓的伤感,亦如东升西落、阴晴圆缺般无可逆转。齐达内、科斯塔、斯塔姆、拉尔森、卞恩、德波尔……一串串耳熟能详的名字,一段段牵肠挂肚的惦念,也许这次他们真的不再回来,也许这是对他们最后的呼唤,这一切足够。或欣喜,或哀伤,或愤怒,或悲怆,他们留给我们的是真永远。足球运动会青春永驻,这个圆圆的江湖亦会但不兴波澜,唯留下一首不老的笑傲江潮曲流传。
European Cup fall slowly, as we show off for the rookie eye-catching applause, those who have spent countless days and nights with us, carrying us too much emotions “veterans ” are about to choose to leave, always after the feast Sips thick sense of sadness, but also as the east rose westward, irreversible. Zidane, Costa, Stamm, Larson, Biann, De Boer ... ... a string of familiar names, a period of trepidation miss, maybe this time they really do not come back, maybe this is right Their last call, all this is enough. Or happy, or sad, or angry, or grief, they are left to us forever. Football Youth will always be here, but this round Lake will be but not rippling, leaving only a piece of old-fashioned smugness.