如果回眸,希望穿越一百年。在久远以前那个漂泊的黄昏,满身风霜的英国水手漫不经心地踏上一个靴形的岛国,就让一切在此刻停顿。让我们看清那几张早已淹没于岁月更迭中的模糊不堪的面庞,让我们久久凝视他们手中那只记载着历史的足球,让我们感受皮球敲击在那片土地上掠起的第一缕尘烟。就是那一缕尘烟,为人类吹开了一个美丽的情结。 If you look back, hope to cross one hundred years. At the drifting twilight long ago, the weathered British sailor casually embarked on a shoe-shaped island nation, allowing everything to pause at this moment. Let us see the blurred faces that have long been submerged in the years of change. Let us have a long time staring into the football record of history in their hands. Let us feel the first ray of swept ball on the land. cloud of dust. That is the wisp of smoke, blowing a beautiful complex for mankind.