西班牙见鬼去了! 当泣血的白色征衣,辉映着伊比利亚半岛的血色黄昏时,欧洲红魔踩着《卡门序曲》的鼓点,黯别了里斯本阿尔瓦拉德大球场。这是一个伤感的时刻。劳尔的眼里除了悲情的泪水外,只剩下一个空灵的世界,此时,如果我们能走进他的心灵,应该只能听到一个声音:或许我该走了。或许我该走了,但不是劳尔,不是 Spain hell to go! When the blood of the white lichen, reflecting the bloody sunset in the Iberian Peninsula, the European Reds stepping on the “Carmen prelude” drums, farewell to Lisbon Alvalade Stadium. This is a sad moment. In the eyes of Raul, apart from the tears of sadness, there is only one ethereal world left. At this moment, if we can walk into his heart, we should only hear one voice: maybe I should go. Maybe I should have gone, but not Raul, no