随着韦伯的鸣哨,37岁的功勋队长的脸庞上写满的不是曾经的荣光,只有那蓝色的忧郁和感伤,还有那无法言表的遗憾和悲壮。也许是岁月的轨迹在他额头上留下了纹络,也许是随风而逝的年华仅仅留下了记忆,也许这就是人生轮回的无奈吧!只能说一句:别了,卡纳瓦罗!再见,意大利! As Weber’s whistle, Captain 37-year-old’s face filled with the glory is not filled, only the blue melancholy and sentimental, there is the unspeakable regret and tragedy. Perhaps the track of years in his forehead left a texture, perhaps the passing of the passing years just left a memory, maybe this is the reincarnation of life’s helplessness! Can only say one thing: do not, Cannavaro Goodbye, Italy!