I really don't want to be red

Chapter 973 Summer of Italy

The audience became excited when they heard the pure Italian singing.

But unlike the brainwashing feeling of "Cup of Life", this song has a slow rhythm and seems to remind you of something more deeply.

The two form a sharp contrast, one moving and one still, one fast and one slow, the styles are completely different, but they can also touch people's hearts.

An Ran's voice was hoarse and exhausted.

Like a player who is exhausted after running, his singing is full of unwillingness and indescribable stubbornness.

It can be said that just listening to the sound makes people feel heartbroken.

“e il mondo in una giostra di colori”

"e il vento accarezza le bandiere..."

What naturally appeared in front of people's eyes was the appearance of Ba Mote and others desperately fighting.

At this moment, no one in the audience spoke, and everyone was infected by An Ran's song.

A montage of Mbah a Moute appears on the big screen.

Elegant long hair, swaying sweat, unwilling eyes, and the appearance of falling to the ground in pain at the end made people's eyes full of tears.

Slowly the camera changes, the running figure turns into Atkins, into Lancer, into Sloat...

This will be their last World Cup.

The joy of scoring a goal and the frustration of missing a goal are all clearly written on the face, which makes everyone's mood rise.

"It was so sudden, how could he suddenly think of writing a song for them?"

Now everyone can see that An Ran is paying tribute to every veteran who has fought in the World Cup.

Because they are getting older, they are still struggling, because they are still striving for their ideals.

But no matter how hard we try, maybe everyone will never see their heroic appearance again in the next session.

"It sounds good, comparable to "The Cup of Life"."

"It's so shocking, don't you think this is the best closing ceremony? Sending off a group of veterans, let them leave with everyone's cheers and applause, there is nothing more suitable than this to send them away."

"Yeah, after listening to this song, I realized that we may not see them in the World Cup in the future..."

Everyone who spoke began to choke up.

Thinking that there are many stars he likes, but the reality is so cruel.

The audience's eyes were red, and they subconsciously held their breath.

At this moment, An Ran's singing voice suddenly increased, bursting out with a force that could penetrate the world.

“notti magic che”

“lnseguendo un goal”

“sotto il cielo”

"di un'estate italiana..."

With a huge explosion, the singing ignited the deepest volcano in the hearts of the audience.

Everyone followed An Ran's high-burst syllable, and something seemed to surge out of their hearts.

Applause sounded without warning.

Almost at the same time, even those who were watching TV and the webcast could not help standing up and applauding.

Stormy applause instantly resounded throughout the arena.

In this way, the audience still felt that their emotions had not been vented, and many people screamed and roared meaninglessly.

Others burst into tears unknowingly.

Magical night, pursuit of a goal, under the sky, Italian summer...

The high-pitched and loud singing voice wafted over the arena.

Ba Mote stared blankly at An Ran in the center of the stage, his eye circles slowly turning red.

Then Atkins, Marbitt, Coleman... appeared next to him one by one, and everyone looked at An Ran in the stands.

If "The Cup of Life" represents the present, An Ran's current "Italian Summer" represents the cry and the future, as well as farewell and stubbornness.

At this moment, An Ran was suddenly heard shouting during the interlude on the stage: "Mr. Ba Moute is invited to come on stage!"

There was warm applause from the stands.

Ba Moute froze.

Mabitt thumped him on the shoulder, "Bah Moute, let you play."

Mbah a Moute seemed to react at this time, dragging his injured leg and limping out of the player tunnel.

The audience in the stands responded with warm applause, while screams and whistles filled their ears.

Mbah a Moute looked at the audience in the stands and waved his arms vigorously.

At this time, he didn't know how to express his feelings. Remembering that this was the last time he stood on the field, he couldn't help running with his injured leg.

In the future, I probably won't have the opportunity to run in the World Cup.

Seeing Mbah a Moute running clumsily, the audience shouted.

Many people couldn't help but shed tears, he was showing his strength.

Just like in the An Ran song.

In your eyes, the hope of victory, one summer, another adventure...

Ba Moute ran to the stage and hugged An Ran tightly.

He only wanted one song, but An Ran gave him a summer.

The audience seemed to anticipate something.

Someone yelled, "My God, it's not Mbah a Moute retiring."

When these words were uttered, everyone looked at Mbah a Moute in disbelief.

At this time, Ba Mote, even a man made of steel, was already in tears.

Another adventure?
Not anymore!
Biting his lips tightly, Mba Motte looked at the audience in the stands, his tears blurred.

An Ran's voice was like thunder running wildly on the ground.

“notti magic che”

“lnseguendo un goal”

“sotto il cielo”

"di un'estate italiana..."

Next, the song has come to an end, and this short section is repeated several times.

Summer in Italy, where we meet and adventure.

Looking forward to the next adventure.

But every adventure, people will be different...

The fans covered their mouths, and through Mbah a Moute's expression, they had already guessed the worst result.

Mbah a Moute, who only won the World Player of the Year last year, is about to retire today?

"No, you are my favorite player, don't go!"

"Don't be retired."

"Mr. Bamoot, please don't tell bad news..."

Many people burst into tears.

But what is to come will come after all.

An Ran finished singing.

Mbah a Moute first gave An Ran a firm hug, then patted him on the back vigorously, then took the microphone and said, "I announce...retirement..."

The place was silent.

The flags in the hands of many people slipped to the ground, and their faces were full of sad tears. Looking at Mba Motte standing on the stage, they could hardly believe the result.

Ba Moute only said one sentence, but couldn't continue.

He covered his eyes and burst into tears.

An Ran went over and gave her a gentle hug, "Mr. Bamott, you should feel happy. Although you didn't win the championship this time, you fought hard to the last moment and you didn't give up!"

"And you're the first player to retire at a World Cup..."

Ba Moute nodded heavily.

Facing the entire audience, Mbah a Moute put away his tears and said to the microphone: "Although I left the stadium, I believe this is temporary and I will come back one day."

There was a burst of warm applause from the audience...

safely:"???"

return?How come back?Is this still negotiable?

(End of this chapter)