他对我说:“我是爱你的。”然而,他还是坚定地消失在了我的视线中。我遥望伦敦,为他祝福。二他在球场上不断地奔跑,飘起一头黑发。红黑队服是那么像他——场下他静穆孤独,但一上场他就焕发了高昂而热烈的斗志。瘦弱?越位?假摔?机会主义?他只是执著地奔跑。射门,才是他唯一的目标。33岁,老了吗?不,一个接一个的进球就是最好的证明。三 He said to me: “I love you.” However, he still firmly in my line of sight. I look into London and bless him. Second, he constantly running on the pitch, Pianqi a dark hair. Red and black uniforms are so like him - the field of his quiet loneliness, but played him on the glow of a high and enthusiastic fighting spirit. Thin? Offside? Throw? Opportunism? He just persistently running. Shooting, is his only goal. 33, is it old? No, one goal after another is the best proof. three