我算不上是铁杆球迷,但我永远也忘不了1994年夏天的那个凌晨,那是来自于足球记忆里的一种痛:美利坚流光溢彩的夜空下,意大利王子罗伯特·巴乔抚着脸,然后仰天而泣。在他的周围,尽是狂喜的巴西人在拥抱、庆贺。而巴乔默默地走下了令他不堪回首的球场,他的眼神是酸楚的。就在刚才,那一记射失的点球像巫师飘飞的黑发,令所有热爱巴乔的球迷扼腕叹息。这一幕,时至今日,仍像电影一般,存放在我的记忆中。 I’m not really a fan but I will never forget the early summer of 1994, a pain from football memory: Under the ambilight night sky of the United States, the Italian prince Robert Baggio stroked his face , And then weep. Around him, all the ecstatic Brazilians are hugging and celebrating. And Baggio silently walked down his pitiful court, his eyes are sore. Just a moment ago, that one missed shot penalty like a wizard drifting black hair, so that all fans who love Baggio sighed with regret. This scene, today, still like a movie, stored in my memory.