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如血的黄昏,你在地平线上肆意地凋零。曾经火红的激情,如今已在惨淡的天空中渐渐褪色,剩下的,只有隐忍、无奈地等待宿命的尘封。皇马,你在时代的末端孤独落寞地游弋,像一个堕落的天使,在寒风中默默玩味着自残。你一年一年地承受滑落,并在滑落中痛苦习惯着沉沦。回首昨日,2002年在格拉斯哥汉普顿公园球场,齐达内技冠全场的那脚天外飞仙,完成的竟然是你在冠军杯上迄今为止的王者绝唱!下一年,你便开始了滑落,半决赛,你被老妇人踩在了脚下,再下一年,四分之一决赛,你巨龙般的躯体惊世地沉没在摩纳哥路易二世球场那块小鱼塘中,去年八分之一决赛,你再次被老妇人戏耍,直至今年,你甚至被从来都不会打冠军联赛的阿森纳淘汰出局……2003成为你下落的阶梯,你最渴望的欧州王座,离你越来越远,甚至冠军联赛的脚本,也不再以你为主角。(?)的尊严,死敌巴塞罗那的复苏,新贵瓦伦西亚、拉科鲁尼亚的崛起,一步一步把你逼
As the blood dusk, you wantonly wither in the horizon. Once passionate passion, now faded in the bleak sky, the rest, only forbear, reluctantly waiting for the dust of fate. Real Madrid, you lonely lonely cruise at the end of the era, like a fallen angel, silently in the cold wind self-mutilation. You fall off year after year, and you are used to falling asleep. Looking back yesterday, in 2002 at Glasgow Hampton Park Stadium, Zidane’s full title of the stadium full of Feixiangian, turned out to be the king you have so far in the Champions League swank! Next year, you start Slipped, the semi-finals, you are trampled on the foot of the old woman, and then the next year, the quarter-finals, your dragon-like body shocking sinking in Monaco’s Louis II stadium that fish pond last year In the quarter-finals, you are once again being played by an old woman, and until this year you will not even be knocked out of the Champions League’s Arsenal ... 2003 as your whereabouts ladder, your most desired European throne, away from you Farther and farther, even the Champions League script, no longer with you as the protagonist. (?) The dignity of the rivals Barcelona recovery, the upstart Valencia, La Coruna rise, step by step you force