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本以为，能在半年前的黑金洪流冲击下不为所动，下赛季的你定会接过马队的枪。
可是，该来的，终究逃不过。
Sigh…也许，对于掌管着球队生杀大权的主席们来说，球星，只是商品而已。
当家球星≈70M € 。 对。这，就是商业足球.
没想到对翡冷翠的一役，会是那么多人的告别赛。更没想到，其中竟会有你。

Obrigado,Ricardo Izecson Santos Leite Kaka.
忘不了六年来你为米兰贡献的一切。

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Oh, Captain! My Captain!

—By Walt Whitman

Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is worn,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red!
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up–for you the flag is flung–for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here, Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse or will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult, O Shores! and ring, O bell!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

别了，圣西罗！