11年来,多少风风雨雨,多少坎坷崎岖,在这一刻停止！ 11年来,多少欢呼奔跑,多少光辉荣耀,在这一刻结束！ 所有的付出,所有的回报,都已成过去; 所有的痛苦,所有的满足,都随之成为永恒的回忆！ 再不见,那骄阳下跑动的身影;那烈日下滴汗的金发; 那老特拉福德绿茵场上你矫健的英姿。 再不见,那握紧的拳头;那挥舞的双臂;那灿烂的笑脸;那令人难以割舍的一缕缕情意！ In the past 11 years, how many ups and downs, how many rough bumps, stop at this moment! 11 years, how much cheer run, how much glory, at the moment end! All pay, all the rewards, have become in the past; all the pain, all the satisfaction, followed by become eternal memories! No longer seen, then the shadow of running under the sun; that sweat under the hot blonde hair; that Old Trafford pitch your vigorous heroic position. No longer see, that clenched fist; that waved his arms; that bright smile; it is difficult to give up a plume of affection!