在我的记忆中,足球曾是我的伤痛。上中学的时候,因为是文理中学(高级中学)的学生,不能背上乡下野孩子的坏名声,所以村庄间并没有什么足球对决,我们只是埋头于学习拉丁文。母亲对我们期望很高,自然不愿意由着我们带着村里的鞋匠给我们做的球,去享受足球带给我们的无尽乐趣。尽管如此,我们还是经常悄悄溜出门,风雨无阻地去踢我们的足球。无论是输了还是赢了,我们回到家都会很开心,并假装承认错误,不该溜出去。 In my memory, football was my pain. When I was in high school, there was no football match between the villages because I was a student of Liberal Arts (High School) and I could not bear the bad reputation of country children. We were only immersed in studying Latin. My mother has a high expectation of us and naturally she is not willing to enjoy the endless fun brought by football with the ball that we have brought to us by the shoemaker in the village. However, we still often quietly slipped out of the door, to kick our football stormily. Whether we lose or win, we’ll all be happy when we get home and pretend to admit mistakes and should not slip away.