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To my 14-day football lover:
Fourteen days, only fourteen days, I went through a whole fan process, from the joy of first meeting to the excitement of obsession and finally to the despair of loss, and I just went through it for two weeks.
I am too weak to accept such fierce competition. Competitive sports is too cruel, lost is lost, “Glorious defeatonly ” is only a comforting for loser, I don't want him to have such a glorious, I want him to win, want he can stand on this piece of ground till the end, want him to lift the trophy, or, at least don't be so gloomy.
Fourteen days later, I was able to watch some of his highlights moments because I admired his good looks. I looked at some of the skills that I almost didn't understand. I don't know how good he is. I only saw a man running on the football field. Can not resist the man so wanton sweat and blood charm.
He is proud, fearless, and deserves more glory.
I don't have the strong heart to go to see his end, 29-year-old men on the field is not young anymore，I am not that kind of people who only like the winner. He lost the game is not about to leave, I'm not that cold, is also precisely because so I cannot continue my love.
It is clear in my mind, what else will he get? At the age of 29, he was injured many times and renewed the team. I couldn't see his loss again and again. Of course, if he makes a miracle, I will be happy for him, and I hope so in deep of myheart.
So I can only stand here and wish him all the best for the future.
Keep healthy and conquer the fields.
The rocket should have gone up.