[Footballs] Stamp Collector Girl

The Trevi Fountain in Rome is the largest wishing pool in Italy. Legend has it that you can make three wishes by throwing a coin into the water with your right hand and your left shoulder, but one of them must be “Go back again.” Rome”. The last white cocoa looked at her beloved Ricardo, the world’s number one shadow striker, the eternal No. 22, the prince of San Siro, Milan’s little beet, the dream of an Apennine girl, no waist, three years old. Leiter from heaven The son went to loneliness, and when she finally had the ability to go to Italy, she made a wish to the Trevi Fountain like all those who wished, one, back to Rome, two, back to youth, three, when the wind of Brasilia again Once it blows into the San Siro, she goes to him. Even though she knew that time could not be reversed, she still threw the coin, but she never considered that the standard for wishing in the Wishing Pool was to sincerely make a wish that existed in reality but was impossible. In this life, she gave up everything just to come to him. Unexpectedly, she accidentally became the harvester of the football goddess, creating the largest football Shura field in history. Coco: You may not believe it when you say it. The people I’ve slept with can form two world-class football teams. The Saronic dream of Greek international Velios, the mysterious girlfriend of Adler of the pharmaceutical factory, the five-euro prophet of the super goal striker Neuer, the royal booty call of the Dortmund flower Reus, Poland The one-night lover of Dumpling Lewandowski, the charming little fox of Germany, the guardian sweetheart of the Croatian beet, the post-war supplies of the French shooter Grid, the sand sculpture Jiyou of the Argentine little devil, the locker room affair of the European golden boy, the Celtic teenager Miss Liverpool…and, the leader of the anti-Portuguese diving king team, the chairman of the anti-flashy alliance, the captain of all kinds of disobedient teams…and, the ashes of the son of heaven, the elegant assassin, the immortal boy Kaka’s ashes And the world’s first card blowing. You must know that this article is almost called [Football] Kabhui Around the World Coco: Don’t look at me like this, I’m just a third-rate singer and travel blogger who is honest, brave, gentle, lovely, pure and kind. 22 male gods: WTF? ? 22 fans: . . . Breathing fragrance and death like the wind, always accompany me. Coco: Actually, I am someone who can lie down and call 666. ps. I don’t own any characters that exist in reality. Fictional novels are purely fantasy, if there are any similarities, it is an honor.