波波利，小巫婆进来
给你们一样礼物，明天，也就是你们的后天来看每人送我一个吻才给你们哦
[此贴子已经被作者于2003-11-11 4:24:16编辑过]
索吻吗？随便要几个都给啊~~~~~
虾米东东捏？好奇ING~~~~难道是和克隆有关的？
以下是引用wto在2003-11-11 9:19:00的发言：
索吻吗？随便要几个都给啊~~~~~
虾米东东捏？好奇ING~~~~难道是和克隆有关的？
汗啊
索吻，^_^
8好意思的说
至于是什么嘛，到时候就知道了，保密现在
偶先去睡觉了，现在总熬夜，眼睛老是红的 偶也有吻的啊，论斤送，礼物也给偶瞅一眼，女士用品的话就算拉 以下是引用蓝色高棉在2003-11-11 16:03:00的发言：
偶也有吻的啊，论斤送，礼物也给偶瞅一眼，女士用品的话就算拉
棉花GG
嘻嘻，明天来就看到了
送给所有的人
谢谢棉花GG的吻 所有的人啊？偶也有吗？？
上午来看到还哭了一桶眼泪类
原来偶也有的啊：）
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小春子呀，素虾米东东？居然要偶用KISS去换？，偶从来8随便KISS别人的哟
8过，你素偶亲耐DI小春子嘛，要多少锅都米问题呀
到底素虾米东东嘛，还要等一天
55555555555，偶今天晚上8睡觉咧！
ANYWAY，多谢小春子，还有就素——偶好想你呀~~~~~~~~~
[此贴子已经被作者于2003-11-11 19:02:45编辑过]
kiss啊，偶耶有喔
可是偶病咯，不能把病毒传染给你喔～～
克隆再现
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先吼两声
昨天在学校的student union商店里看到的，非常非常激动，今天买了下来。而且杂志封面的照片照得非常棒。442对他们两个做了独家专访，我还没来得及看。但肯定两个人都谈到了对方，谈到了彼此的深厚友谊。等我这两天抽空把访谈翻译下来，独家新闻哦
看到杂志就想到风暴里所有喜欢克隆的人们，所以照了照片贴上来，希望跟大家一起分享。不过，汗……我的技术实在是不怎么样，只好让大家勉强凑合着欣赏了。
照片送给波波利，小巫婆，wing, ball,lisu,棉花GG，特里JJ（谢谢教我做菜），南威，evita(谢谢你的卡片）,丫头，早安，以及所有喜欢隆隆和波波的朋友。
祝愿隆隆和波波在伦敦生活得一切都好，赛场无敌（除了11月30号） <img src="attachments/dvbbs/200311125304359490.jpg" border="0" onclick="zoom(this)" onload="if(this.width>document.body.clientWidth*0.5) {this.resized=true;this.width=document.body.clientWidth*0.5;this.style.cursor='pointer';} else {this.onclick=null}" alt="" />
还有这张隆隆戴帽子的，好酷啊，
[此贴子已经被作者于2003-11-12 5:32:25编辑过]
黑灵！！
早上起来直冲这里，果然……
谢谢sade
两果论多配啊
谢谢小春春~~
果然美型的说
卡卡
谢谢春春啊~~~~
442的采访上个礼拜波波利就发给偶了类，嘿嘿，已经和波波利两个人激动到现在类~~~挖卡卡~
不过因为两个人都粉懒，至今还没翻译呢：P
照片真的是很HOT的说，看到他们两个又在一起，都是酷酷的表情，好激动呀~~~~
好pp。谢谢春
看看多亲密滴~~~
波波利不要在冤枉隆隆咯～～
怎么看起来波波更高一些，隆隆要把背挺直了嘛~~不然会驼背滴~~~
woow~~~~~~~~ 太感谢春春了，心心眼……
怎么看波波都比隆隆“高大”呀，看来“克隆”酱紫的配对素米错，偶以前老觉得应该素“贝克”滴缩——汗！偶自己也8知道自己在缩虾米
至于那锅翻译
（端茶倒水陪笑中）小春子，你就好人做到底，送佛送到西天吧
干脆把那篇采访的原文也先贴出来！
是一个很有空的威尔士人打上来的，偶只是简单的COPY了一下~~Diamond Geezers
Because I have clearly got nothing better to do with my time, and because I'm not feeling well enough to do any real work, I have typed for your enjoyment (or not) a long article that appears in this month's Four Four Two magazine. I think it will take a couple of posts to get the whole thing up, as it is quite long - but it is worth it because hey, Crespo and Verón interviewed together!!
Here goes:
Diamond Geezers Four Four Two magazine, December 2003
Marcela Mora y Araujo meets Seba Verón and Hernán Crespo. Part I
"Seba and me are completely different," insists the neatly pony-tailed Hernán Crespo, "from the way we dress, to the way we talk, to the way we live – everything. If you start analysing, there are more points in which we differ than coincide. And yet, life has brought us together. Football has brought us together."
We are sitting in Juan Sebastián Verón's kitchen, drinking mate, a strong Argentinean tea which is drunk in a wooden pot through a silver straw. You drink a whole serving, then pass the mate back to the brewer who fills it up and passes it to the next person. To the outsider it can look like a weird druggie ritual; to Argentineans it is as routine as a cuppa.
With his shaven head, diamond earrings, outsized grey t-shirt and black cargo pants, Veró's look is gangsta-rappa. Crespo, on the other hand, is Mr Mellow in fitted linen jeans and brown t-shirt, all natural fabrics and earth colours.
But they do have much in common. Not since Ossie Ardiles and Ricky Villa a quarter-century ago at Spurs have two Argentinean players in the same strip set foot on top-flight turf. Signed by Chelsea within weeks of each other, on huge transfer deals and paid top dollar, they both first played for Argentina in 1996. They both left Argentinean club football that same year, and they both went to Italy, playing for three Italian clubs – together at Parma and Lazio – before joining the Premiership. The combined aggregate of their transfers is almost identical; Crespo's moves have totalled $117m to Verón's $119m. They both have sponsorship deals with Adidas. They're the same age, 28. There's less than an inch height difference: Crespo stands at 6ft to Verón's 6ft 1. Likewise their weight: Verón at 12st 8lbs to Crespo's 12st 6lbs.
Separated at birth, right? Crespo's having none of it. "For starters, he's a midfielder and I'm a forward. That in itself is a gulf of difference …"
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In the Argentinean summer of 1996, Daniel Passarella, then national team manager, took a group of young men to Mar del Plata, a beach resort near Buenos Aires, to prepare for the Olympic Games in Atlanta later that year.
"We were in the same squad but neither of us was in the starting line-up," Crespo recalls. "So it was hard to start with. But then we started being called up to the national squad more frequently. And now we understand each other with total ease."
Verón: "We would have played against each other in the youth teams, when he was at River and I was playing for Estudiantes – I can't remember, but Hernán tells me we did. But I do remember meeting up in the pre-Olympic. I wouldn't say he was my dream forward but he was definitely a good player, a great player. We got on from the word go but it wasn't the relationship we have now."
And what's that?
"Great friends, close friends," says Verón categorically. "From our arrival in Europe in 1996, we have practically always been together – it’s a lot of years, and we've played in the same teams during that time as well. We've been through a lot."
Crespo: "When we first got to Italy we were both Argentinean – that was the common factor. Sensini was also there but he was married with a family. And when we were both in Parma, Balbo was there too, but again, he was married with kids. Before Parma, Seba spent two years with Sampdoria in Genoa, and I was already at Parma, but we went backwards and forwards between both towns, spent all our time together. I guess we were both alone, and loneliness can unite you tremendously."
In 1996 Argentina's Under-23 team won a silver medal after losing to Nigeria in the final. It was the first taste of glory for a squad that with only a few changes has gone on to represent Argentina at international level right up to last summer's World Cup finals. For Verón and Crespo, it was the launch of their own careers into the world arena, both individually and as an on-pitch dup.
"The Verón-Crespo society was born in Passarella's Under-23 national squad but we could say the explosion came in the same strip under Bielsa's management," believes Adrian Maladevsky of Argentina's leading broadsheet Clarin. "With Passarella, Verón didn't establish himself until between '97 and '98, whereas Crespo, who looked for a while like he would be first choice for the starting line-up, ended up being Batistuta's sub at the 1998 World Cup. With Bielsa a similar thing happened, but Verón was always first choice, and Crespo ended up playing a lot more than Batistuta in the qualifiers for the 2002 World Cup. Verón became the symbol of the team, and Crespo the goalscorer of a squad which totally dominated the South American qualifying group and earned the title best team in the world, until in Japan they were brought down to earth with a bang. When the team was at its best, Verón was the hook, the old-fashioned number 10, the engine, the conductor, the guy through whom every attacking ball passed: Crespo was the goalscorer, but with more to his game. It was a duo that worked.
"With our different styles we complement each other very well," says Crespo. "Seba has certain characteristics which suit me down to a tee. He is a guy that makes the attackers play a lot. He generates play-making, and I think its good for me to be made to play. And what's good for me is good for him because the better I feel, the more goals I'll score."
Verón: "Time helps. You get to know the other's movements. Knowing someone well simplifies so many things – knowing how the other guy thinks, how he moves, how he likes to receive the ball. Without looking at him, I know how Hernán likes me to cross to him. It makes life so much easier."
Although by the time this season started Verón and Crespo had played a total of 102 games together (32 for Parma, 43 for Lazio and 28 for Argentina), scoring 89 goals (Crespo 73, Verón 16), they are not revered in their own homeland. Despite the more glamorous and marketed image, Verón is the less popular. "Verón is a double-edged sword to most Argentinean fans' tastes," says one supporter. "His mission on the pitch is to generate scoring situations but his very particular style means he cannot be categorised as just another player. His style inspires profound admiration when the play has a happy ending, but just as often provokes irritability and even indignation when his play-making doesn't lead to anything."
Before the last World Cup he was widely regarded as one of the best five midfielders, if not players, in the world. But with the national team coming home early, fans turned against him. There are signs the pendulum is swinging back. In Argentina's last home game, a World Cup qualifier against Chile, during which Verón was booed, whistled and accused of being 'English', his display silenced the critics and he left the pitch to applause.
Crespo is less prone to such violent swings in popularity, but he is also less well known outside football. Some say he is less 'market aware'. He emerged from the River Plate youth sides, the club he joined at 11, and made his debut for the first team against a Newell's Old Boys which boasted Maradona in their squad (needless to say, Diego didn't actually show up on that day). His last game for the club before moving to Parma was a Libertadores Cup final in which he scored.
Because, on the pitch, his style was very similar to World Cup winning number nine Jorge Valdano, people used to call him 'Valdanito' (Little Valdano). "He is a classical exponent of the River Plate youth set-up," says one hardcore River fan. "As a kid he stood out because of his tall, slender physique and all-terrain cunning. He had to pay his dues: although he had what it takes to be a top striker, he was made to look at games from the bench and when the going got tough he would jump onto the pitch to sort things out. Once settled in the first team, Crespo gave us goals – right foot, left foot, with his head, hip or knee. Balls that were bouncing back, Mexican (overhead) kicks, shots of unstoppable power or subtle flicks into the net. His final championship ended in a 2-0 win over America de Cali, and the Cup came back to River. Crespo scored both goals."
By the time Hernán left Italy to join Chelsea, he had scored 108 goals in Serie A over seven seasons.
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This summer there was hardly a single top international whose name was not linked to Roman Abramovich's so-called Chelski. At a stroke, the club became a giant-in-waiting rather than a financially rickety retirement home for European fancy-dans. Overnight, expectations at Stamford Bridge became stratospheric.
"They could have bought literally anyone they wanted. And they chose me. To me that means something. It is very important to feel wanted," Verón smiles. "I think these next four years will be hugely important because I'm under no illusion – I am starting the final stretch of my career."
When Verón joined Manchester United in the summer of 2001, he made UK transfer history with his £28m price tag. His two years there were not easy but by the time he left, club insiders were claiming that he was more popular among the fans than David Beckham. "I had a very good Champions League," he told me as a summary of his last season there. Whenever we've spoken over the past two years, during which time he has come under fire mainly for, in his own words, " lack of consistency", Verón has always known when he was fallen short of his own very high standards, usually when either injured or discomfited by a twinge, though he never attempted to use injury as an excuse.
By the time Manchester United decided to sell him for half his original fee, Verón was again displaying majestic qualities; during the club's US tour he was playing o well that the 'best midfielder in the world' tag resurfaced. Ruud van Nistelrooy told journalists that Verón's loss would be insurmountable for the squad and, alledgedly, the players signed a petition begging the club not to sell him.
So what does he feel about his value practically halving during his two-year sojourn in Manchester? He simply shrugs, raises his eyebrows and grimaces as if to say, 'it doesn't bother me, guv.' Then he laughes. "It means nothing to me…" Crespo butts in: "I bet it's different for the guy coughing up the money!"
Verón: "People were saying, 'you're the most expensive transfer', but to me all I do is play football. For me the transfer tag is statistical data, nothing more."
It's worth noting that though his price tag has halved in the journey down the M6 from Manchester to London, his wages have gone up. The reason his transfer negotiations were so protracted is that his agent was making sure that his 'personal terms' were not just top of the range but watertight.
Crespo – whose business interests are represented from the same agency – came to Chelsea from Inter Milan, who he'd joined only a year previously to replace none other than Ronaldo. Word has it that Madrid had been keen to buy Crespo, and that up to the 11th hour it was touch and go which one it would be: Ronaldo or Crespo. The man himself had been ready to move to either club, bags packed. He ended up scoring goals in one of Inter's best recent seasons, reaching the Champions League semi-final, only losing to city rivals Milan.
Like Verón, Crespo has done his fair share of club-hopping within Italy, and like Verón, the fees commanded by his moves have, on occasion, broken records. When he moved to Lazio, his transfer fee of £37m was the highest sun ever paid in the world for a footballer. Rumour has it that it was at Verón's instigation that Crespo joined Lazio. Did he also have any influence in his friend joining Chelsea? "No, not at all. Nobody asked for my opinion here. At Lazio I was asked by the president, but we had won Serie A, we'd had a very good tournament, we'd won three cups – I think my word had a little weight. Hernán had scored 80 or 90 goals in his previous four seasons so I think when it came to buying him it was less to do with what I said and more to do with what he did."
Crespo, ever pragmatic, plays down the eight-figure transfer tags, pointing out that in a huge transfer, the bulk of the money does not go into the player's pocket.
"There is a sense in which part of you remains unaware of all that. Because you don't want to focus on all that. I mean, you want to play, and well. You want to do things right and enjoy doing them. Of course, there's a bit of personal pride in thinking, Wow! There's a guy willing to pay all that money to have me in his team! But that's it. Whether they have paid 50, 100 or 1,000 for you, your responsibility is the same; the moral responsibility to give your all to the team that put their trust in you, to reciprocate that trust. And that's the most natural thing to do, because it's what you've always done."
Marcela Mora y Araujo article, Part II
Once I met Verón's maternal aunt who, like his mother, had married a professional footballer, Pedro Andres Verde, not a famous, top-flight player, just an ordinary journeyman whose career took him to Sheffield for two seasons. "We are nomads," she said of their lifestyle.
Despite the millions, the glamour, the mansions and the cars, every top player is actually a person who, with every club move, has to uproot a family, leave friends behind and learn afresh about his neighbourhood.
The Veróns now live in Barnes, a few yards away from the stretch of road where rock star Marc Bolan was killed in a car crash 26 years ago, the tree into which his Mini smashed a candle-lit shrine thanks to his faithful fans. Verón has never heard of Bolan, and neither has Crespo, so I produce a T Rex CD to play to them. They are a long way from home, but sitting around this big kitchen table with the most quintessential of English conservatories and gardens as a backdrop, they stay connected through the food of the old country. Along with the mate we are drinking, onto our pastries we spread dulce de leche, a toffee paste made of milk and sugar on which every Argentine child is brought up. It comes as a huge surprise to every Argentine abroad to discover that dulce de leche so far hasn't travelled beyond national borders, though globalisation has started to redress this omission: Haagen Dazs now have a Dulce de leche ice-cream flavour.
Crespo and Verón are so in touch with their homeland it seems unbelievable that they have lived abroad for the best part of their adult lives. They follow Argentine football, read the Argentinean sports press on the internet, eat Argentinean food, read Argentinean books. They keep up. Big laughs ensue when Verón tells stories to illustrate the eccentricity of Carlos Bilardo, a legend in Argentina football. And we briefly return to the topic of Marc Bolan when someone points out that he's probably England's answer to Rodrigo, a popular folk singer of chamame, bailantas and cuartetazos.
Some aspects of popular culture are simply inexplicable to those who do not share the common background. We think of football as the universal shared passion that can unite all men, but there is now a danger that we stop understanding the ways in which football is perhaps the most local of cultural reference points. Take alcohol. In Argentina, people generally don't drink as much as they do here. Argentinean teenagers and adults alike can chat until the early hours, sitting around over a cup of coffee, a glass of coke, or a pack of cards. Being drunk would be considered bizarre rather than hilarious. The likelihood of these two continuing to hang out in each other's houses playing truco (an Argentinean card game) far outweighs the chances of them going native and acquiring a taste for the pub crawl after Saturday's match.
This is probably just as well, seeing as we meet in the aftermath of a 17 year old girl's gang rape allegations involving footballers, a scandal swiftly followed by another sexual assault allegation in Leeds, Rio Ferdinand failing to take his drug test and the England squad threatening to go on strike in protest at his being dropped for the Turkey match. After a honeymoon period that lasted years, the backlash is here.
"It's part of humanity to eventually destroy what we create," philosophises Crespo. "People are always trying to turn football players into myths – or villains. And what you must never forget is that all you do is play a sport: play ball. That's the main aim and the thing that should not be forgotten. After that you have choices, of course, but it's all optional. So it's a big leap to label all players to say 'they're all bad' or 'they're all rapists', or 'they're all murderers'. Say a lawyer murders his wife: not all lawyers are murderers as a result, nor do we expect all lawyers to murder their wives."
"It's important to analyse a bit below the surface as well," contributes Verón. "I think the football player is the pure element in this whole industry. Everything else was created from a starting point which is the footballer. So we now know that there are a lot of interests surrounding each player, that going out with a player is news. I'm not saying we are all saints, but we're not the devil either."
"We should never pre-judge," adds Crespo. "But we always tend to. Obviously if a footballer commits a crime he shouldn't be immune – I'm not saying that. If serious things do happen they ought to be denounced. But it's one thing to report what happens and another to go out looking for dirt. In so many places – like Argentina and Italy which are the two experiences I have – the show that is football has been increasingly muddied by this type of thing. And I would implore kids back home who dream of becoming professional players to continue living football like a sport – not to let it get tarnished."
"I always think it's important to humanise football players, he adds. "There's so much going on to turn footballers into myths, to inflate the sense of public life, the fame and so on. We are just blokes doing a job. Some of us may earn a lot of money but do you know how many stages we've burnt in order to get here? How many sacrifices we've made, even as kids?" (Crespo only dropped out of high school in his last year, as by then he was in the first team of one of Argentina's top two clubs. It would be like Wayne Rooney currently preparing to sit his A-levels next summer.)
So how is Crespo finding this latest stage in his career?
"Honestly? I'm finding it hard. Not in football terms. What I'm finding difficult right now is the social side of things. Everything feels complicated: calling a cab, looking for a plumber. That does my head in. Like now, for instance, I'm trying to get the computer set up. Who do I call? What do I say?"
When they left Argentina back in 1996, Crespo and Verón found it comparatively easy to support each other day and night, to hang out, chat on the phone, drive across town to find each other. Now anymore. "Our lives have changed now," sighs Verón, who is the father of two school-aged children with his childhood sweetheart. Crespo is hoping to start down the same road – he has moved to London with his Italian partner and they are thinking of starting a family. Starting a family can be scary at the best of times, and the only advice I can offer is that some of the anxieties tend to subside after 20 years or so.
Despite Roma Abramovich's millions, Chelsea FC continue to train in a sports centre rented from Imperial College, a homely and refreshing change from the training facilities of Manchester United and Real Madrid were it not for the absence of a ladies lav. The players train barely a few metres away from onlookers, and you can hear the multinational shouts from players getting to know each other and their skills. A small building houses the changing rooms, and a flight of stairs leads to the canteen where interviews and shirt signings take place. The press officers are on overdrive trying to keep up with the exponential increase of media interest in their players, and the language barrier doesn't help.
Crespo: "For me this is complicated on so many levels. First, of course, the football is different. Sebastián is a great help because he knows it – he's starting his third year. It really helps to have a manager who can speak Italian, because he understands where I'm coming from and what difficulties I may find. Right now, the main problem for me is the language, mostly because of the way I am, my character. I can't really handle not being able to communicate, I need to enjoy what I do and that happens when I can have a laugh with a team-mate, when I can joke around. Today I'm playing charades. I speak the minimum necessary to get through the morning. Some players speak Spanish, a lot speak Italian, but I need to be able to talk to all of them. The group as such is generated by a good vibe, when there is a dialogue beyond football. I need that kind of contact a lot; I like sharing things, chatting, knowing if a team-mate went to university or had kids. I'm interested in that stuff."
How can Verón help his old mate settle?
"Maybe just talk about my own experience," Verón replies. "What I lived with the Manchester team, what I've learned about the mentality here. But the players who've come to Chelsea aren't 20 year old kids who need their hands held. They are all experienced, grown men. Both Hernán and myself have already been through this in Italy. I personally had absolutely no one to lean on at the beginning. I learnt the hard way – and so did he."
Although it is the day after the home Champions League defeat to Turkish side Besiktas, Verón is cheerful and wanders about looking very much at home. He casually picks a piece of fruit up from the canteen counter and looks so comfortable that I am reminded of the day he signed when Ranieri was asked the million dollar question: where will Verón play? "Wherever he likes," came the manager's response. "He is the boss."
Verón's analysis of the previous night's game is that for the first 25 minutes they played some very good football and then the team lost the plot. He is untroubled, seeing this as a natural rite of passage. "This Chelsea team is weird in that we haven't had the time to work together which is so essential. The competition for starting places is going to be very tough, but as I say, it's a group that is coming together. It's not like everyone things, that you buy 11 players and the whole thing works flawlessly; each one has a different style of play, a different way of living football. You need to cohabit a bit before you can really claim to have formed a group. And if you look at the great team, the ones who have left their mark and made history – Real Madrid, Juventus – they had to wait a long time to win, to create the winning mentality. It's no good putting a team together, winning, and the next year disaster. I've lived through that at Lazio. I would say that for me it is far more important to wait and create the group than it is to win one year and maybe the next have a bad season."
As far as his mate Hernán goes, Verón reckons his chances are good: "I think he will work really well in Chelsea. The thing is we need time and patience – precisely what England lacks. Fortunately, Hernán is not bothered by what the papers say, what the critics say, and nor am I. I know as a player he is going to give us enormous satisfaction."
Enormous satisfaction, eh? I ask Chelsea fan and Times columnist Giles Smith for his preliminary verdict on the Argentinean pair: "Verón: well, obviously he came from Manchester United which is an appalling idea if you support Chelsea and I was determined if not to actively boo him, then at least to let him know somehow that I disapproved. But then, of course, you see them in the shirt and it all changes. I like Verón because I do think he is kind of majestic and because he rolls the ball back under his studs quite a lot. More importantly, he plays all these balls that go forwards. I do rate him, and I am always happy and reassured to see him on the pitch.
"I imagine Verón and Crespo keep each other happy. And in the first half of the dreadful Besiktas game, there were two fantastic moves which involved Verón quickly finding Crespo on the run. Crespo initially had the look of one of those big-money striker singings that goes horribly wrong. His debut was hilarious. He came on for 15 minutes and did nothing at all except fall over once. But then he scored those two goals at Wolves. And I have just finished watching the Middlesbrough game in which he scored the winner from an almost impossible angle having done nothing else at all. And it that's all he does, that's fine by me. He pulls his shorts up too high, of course, but that's an aspect of his game that I think we can work on. I can't make up my mind whether he is unspeakably glamorous or completely moose-faced. It's one or the other, though."
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Though Hernán Crespo is naturally thoughtful and not prone to rush into a judgement he might regret later, he is upbeat about Chelsea's prospects: "I'm convinced we're going to be just fine. Football doesn't scare me – I'm comfortable on the pitch, it's what I know. I'm confident about the football."
And not least among the reasons he's confident about the football is the presence in the team of his old friend Verón – a player, he insists, who should not be pegged to a position. "Sebastián has to be free: free to do, free to create. Like any genius, everyone wants to pigeon-hole him –'He ought to he here, he ought to be there' – but no, geniuses have to be allowed to create freely. Do I make myself clear? It's like if you said to Einstein, 'You just concentrate on the multiplication tables.' Geniuses have to be allowed to be. Sebastián found the best version of himself when he was left free – when that happens he can make the whole team play. He is the kind of player who alone can make a whole team play well."
And Verón's view? "I guess that both times that Hernán had his best championship in terms of goals – at Parma and Lazio – it coincided with me being in the same team," he says.
Not that Verón is claiming any undue credit, but he does allow with a chuckle that "in those days I played well. I was free, but I was also younger, you know. At 23 you have surplus energy to run around. No, let's just say I have to measure a little what I do."
So will you be rationing your efforts? Prioritising the Champions League, perhaps?
"We don't have priorities, we're aiming for everything. We know it's not going to be easy, we are competing against teams who have been playing together for a long time. Those teams have more options than us, but it will be useful for us. It will be a very important year – we're only just starting."
Crespo: "Often it's easier than people think. Do you know what I love about football? That it's not a science; it's a game. And the hardest thing about the game is playing easy. You think what I'm saying is stupid, right? But that's the way it is."
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波波利偶真是pf死你咯：） 都是好棒的东东
谢谢大人们 WoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooW~
酷毕!无敌!! 因为小事故一个多星期没有上网了，现在亲你来得急吗？
代表暴力派来殴打小猪~~~~ 都是偶自己懒，还要波波利来帮我。
殴打自己，很久没来村子里了。
以后一定不会这样了。
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