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我闭上眼睛仿佛穿越千年,时间在那一刻冻结,古罗马斗兽场内,勇士那近乎狰狞的面孔告知我他是一个英雄。丁冬一声,万物融化,伴随着的是勇士惊天的怒吼。镜头一颤惊醒了我,而画面也从那斗兽场转到了同样宏伟壮观的米兰圣西罗。圣西罗,一座有着80年历史的球场,不断地接纳又送走了一批批优秀的青年。我永远不会忘记2003年的那个不眠之夜,在老特拉福德球场,冠军杯决赛上,一个身穿7号球衣的少年将最后一粒点球送进尤文门将布
I closed my eyes as if through the millennium, the time froze at that moment, inside the Colosseum, Warriors face almost grim to tell me he is a hero. Ding Dong soon, everything melts, accompanied by the Warriors shaking roar. I woke up at the camera, and the picture moved from the Colosseum to the equally magnificent Milano San Siro. San Siro, a 80-year-old course, continues to admit and send away a group of outstanding youth. I will never forget that sleepless night in 2003, at Old Trafford stadium, the Champions League final, a teenager wearing a No. 7 jersey will be the last penalty sent Juve goalkeeper cloth