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我愛足球—請大家保護小宋菲

宋菲才是我的本名！小孫雯只是我個人起的一個昵稱，但是那卻是代表著我的一個心願，一個夢想！

雖然在大家的呵護當中一路走來，但隨著我的一天天長大，一天天進步，一天天提高，我已經不是球場當中那可有可無的小角色，而成長爲今天可以攻城拔寨的射手時；我再也不是那可以很輕松的被搶斷被過人的小女孩，而變成今天我也可以搶斷，過人，大家玩笑時戲稱的球星的時候，我明顯感覺到了大家對我的越來越重視！

我記得在守門員大喊鏟她而後衛沒有實施，讓我取得了進球後，守門員氣憤的扔下了手套；我記得在我精湛的點球贏得了隊友的信任，可卻被對手拒絕了上場，雖經交涉我可以了比賽，卻讓我感覺到了一絲絲的緊張……終于在一個不經意的瞬間，我倒下了，不得不告別了我心愛的足球場，雖然只有短短的十天，但是也給我的快樂足球留下了一絲淡淡的陰影，因此不禁想對大家鄭重地說一句，請保護小孫雯！

試想，假如有一天我在世界的賽場行雲流水的過人，一次次攻城拔寨；試想，假如有一天足球場也可以高高的飄揚起五星紅旗；試想，假如有一天重新點燃了大家對铿锵玫瑰的熱情！雖然只是試想，但是我相信假如……..你一定會爲你今天的無私付出而感到驕傲的！爲了這一天我一定會努力的！

這是我挂靴十天以後複出的紀念照！

我愛足球—請大家保護小宋菲

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