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世界杯的夏天是夜不成寐的日子,是樽杯畅饮的日子。这个夏天,法兰西世界杯果然又把我们吞没,又将我们俘获。但在没有我们同胞上场的世界杯上,我们从未真正撞击到足球,而是足球撞击着我们。 陶醉过了,欢悦过了,我们留下了失落还是隐痛? 一个夏季使我们再一次痛感,如果说世界杯是一个足球王国的话,那么我们就是没有国籍的部落,没有球籍的部落。 有关法兰西世界杯的报刊充斥街头,把我们淹没了;有关世界杯的讯息飞驰在空气里,穿透着我们的躯
The summer of the World Cup is a sleepless night, is a bottle of drinking day. This summer, the French World Cup really swallowed us again, and we captured. But on the World Cup without our countrymen playing, we never really hit football, but football hit us. Intoxicated, joyous, we left lost or painful? A summer so that we once again feel the pain, if the World Cup is a football kingdom, then we are no nationality tribes, no tribal clubs. Newspapers about the World Cup in France flooded the streets and drowned us; messages about the World Cup were flying in the air and penetrating our body