轉貼自sina國際足球論壇
一位外國球迷的德比感受,寫的真感人....
版權所有：夢幻聖西羅 原作 提交時間：12:10:01 11月28日
"Here I am. Yesterday, I was present at the San Siro, like usual, when the "
boys" need me. I came back home at 3 am, but who cares.
It was great, people, we had a truly great night. Just the name of the team
that was our opponent gives one the goosebumps. Real Madrid. Zidane, Figo,
Raul, Roberto Carlos; but also Pavon (that I really liked!), Cambiasso,
Morientes.
I have to admit that seeing them live is a mesmerizing show. The one touches
passes between Zidane and Roberto Carlos, for me, will go straight into the
legend. No one plays the ball with one touch, with such precision like that.
In the first half, going from their own box, they went all the way to a shot
with six passes, all from one touch, at full speed, to make one dizzy.
Applauses from everyone in the stadium. One applaudes when champions like that
"speak".
And then, Milan, so much Milan. Goosebumps all over the body when the Milan
Curva sings, exhibits their banners; the Rossonero Pride appears when a banner
, that occupies all the Curva, proudly reminds Real, and the to the whole
world, who we are and what we have won. All the cups, all the Scudetti, are
all there, proudly exposed in the lights of the of the cameras of the whole
world to see. And at the bottom of that huge banner, there lies a big "FORZA "
, stretched throughout the Curva. Everybody stands up and applauds. We
couldn't do anything else.
Dida enters into the pitch in order to get ready for the start of the game,
and as soon as steps into the pitch, he salutes for one minute all the stadium
. This is a scene never before witnessed at San Siro. Never done. Never seen.
This keeper is winning the affection of San Siro and San Siro is giving him
back that affection.
Then the others enter into the pitch, and then, it's a joyful spectacle of
chants, clapping, anthems for players. Paolo Maldini, only Paolo Maldini; and
then, Sheva, loved as much as Il Capitano and Ringhio. (Gattuso).
The game starts and we start the right way, with Seedorf, that unleashes a
shot that Casillas stops bravely. Then ten minutes of even game, and then,
Real starts its show. Pure spectacle, even if it ends by itself in the same
way; Zidane is a monster of technics, Roberto Carlos seems always ready to
hurt us.
However, we have Rui Costa, a poet. He takes the ball, run with it at full
speed, makes a fake. His markers are not the only ones going dizzy. The whole
curva, opposed at Milan's curva, loses its calm and trembles.
Rui Costa is not playing football, he is dancing. He dances. And the opponents
respect him as he is speaking the language that only the very best and the
greatest can afford. He comes and takes the ball everywhere, and it's always
with a magical touch, a silky touch. You're expecting to see, at any time,
sparkles of genie between his feet that will open split the opposition's
defence. And then, there's Ringhio and Ambrosini, both heart and lungs. And
Kaladze, who completely eclipses Figo from the face of the world. Rivaldo
seems having a blast, at times purely mind-blowing. Then, he does something
with his feet, a thing that nobody, "nobody", will ever be able to explain,
and here I am, like a retarded person, applauding him like crazy.
How about Il Capitano? My Capitano, our Capitano. 34 Springs, and he never
misses an intervention. He never misses a thing. Paolo. Whether being still,
jumping, at full speed, he never misses one thing. He is a like the purest
crystal, my Capitano: always there and always precise. Figo recalled that at
one time, he was a Ballon d'Or (European Player of the Year) and goes at full
speed towards Milan's goal from his right wing, from the half line: Il
Capitano, our Capitano explodes in a race that no time limit, no age. Ten
metres from the corner line, il Capitano decides that that is enough, that
Figo has done too much, that Figo has come too far. And he tackles, like that
as simple as that. He disposses the ball from the feet of Figo, stands up
again and gives the ball to Kaladze. The other one, Figo, is still lying on
the ground, wondering what happened, what hit him.
Then there's Sheva, our Sheva, who wants to carry the team on his shoulders,
and he does this, right from the start of the game. Rui, then writes a verse
of his own, invents a delicious assist with the precision of a surgeon, and He
, Sheva, puts it in. "As simple as this." And He goes crazy of joy, and makes
everyone, in the stadium and all the Milanisti, around the world go crazy. San
Siro explodes. It's Sheva, our Sheva.
The second half, we play it even better than the first half, if that was
possible at all. I am lost for words for Rui and Paolo: I don't know what more
to say about them. I fall in love with Kakha, a humble man who plays
magnificiently. I look at Billy and I can only tell him "Grazie", reall thank
you Billy. You're a Great too.
Rui leaves the field, being subbed. 80, 000 people stand up, like one man,
giving him one of the biggest standing ovations of recent memory at San Siro.
A standing ovation of over a minute. And he salutes everyone. Then, it's
Sheva's turn to leave the field, and then, all the love of the people of
Milano can be felt very strongely. An even bigger standing ovation than the
one for Rui. Then, the game ends, and I go crazy, crazy of joy. We have won,
we have "matato" Real. (Matato Real, "killed" in allusion to the Corrida and
Toreadors's language, hence the word, Matador). The players all salute San
Siro and they go to the dressing room.
And San Siro, the stadium of magical moments, the Scala of Football, has still
one more surprise for me and all of us. From the tunnel that leads towards the
dressing rooms, appears a man, with a big jacket. He is happy and runs towards
the Curva, and everyone there stands up, ine one compact movement. On the
pitch, there's only Him.
Shevchenko, drunk of happiness. He arrives in front of the Curva and sends a
kiss to them all. He repeats that gest twice. And the Curva (comprised of La
Fossa dei Leoni and of Brigate Rossonere, the most hard-core Milan fans) and
the rest of the stadium explodes. A loud and long yell, chantings and loves
messages roars from the Cruva and the rest of San Siro that lasts two good
minutes. These roaring envelop Sheva like a second skin. And He doesn't
understand anything. He runs, goes back to the tunnel that will take him to
the dressing rooms. The whole stadium is still standing and chanting for Sheva
, "TI AMO".
I feel like crying of joy, but it is time to leave the stadium and go home.
其實我是在11人先看到的
才去sina找來貼的^^
看完以後好想去好想去喔
今天看到一小段話很開心
We played well in the first half, but Milan scored just when we had taken
control.
別說我壞心...但就是很開心^_^
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