The spring wind, like a lover's touch, blows gently, disturbing your long flowing hair, but it can't shake your persistent dreams. That dream, like a spring bud, stubbornly breaks through the soil, regardless of the wind and rain, always tenacious and unyielding. The summer rain, like the beat of a drum, beats your handsome face, but it can't quench your desire for victory. That longing, like the fire of summer, is hot and blazing, even in the face of the baptism of the rainstorm, it is still burning. The frost of autumn, as cold as ice, freezes your clear eyes, but it can't seal your burning passion. That passion, like the autumn leaves, still burns on the branches even in the face of frost, showing the tenacity of life. The winter snow, heavy as a cage, traps your footsteps, but it can't trap your warrior faith. That faith, like the winter sun, penetrates the thick layer of snow, illuminates your path forward, and warms your heart. This is you, Inzaghi, with a murderous aura beneath your elegant temperament. Quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, silent and shadowless, seeing blood to seal the throat. Your existence, like the change of the seasons, shows the diversity and richness of life. Your story, like a symphony of wind, rain, frost and snow, plays a hymn to life. 
When you were young, you were heroic, your fair face was full of angular coldness, the faint melancholy in your eyes couldn't block the breath of sunshine, and the corners of your mouth rose slightly to give people a feeling like a spring breeze. Your growth can be described as one step at a time, and the training from the C, B and then to the First Division has laid a solid foundation for you. In 1997, you joined Serie A giants Juventus as the league's top scorer, and your path to superstardom began. Under the tutelage of the silver fox Lippi, you and Zidane and Piero formed the most attacking frontcourt combination in Serie A at that time, you scored a total of 38 goals in the middle, and you alone managed 18, and for a time super Pippo was popular all over the Apennines. However, one day you suddenly find yourself in a goal drought for no apparent reason. For a while, the condemnation of ** and fans was like a tsunami landslide. When dignity and glory are about to fall, and the romance seems to be blown away by rain and wind, you choose to leave. In the summer of 2001, you arrived at San Siro and started a lifelong love affair. The 02-03 season was one of the best years of your career. You have become the undisputed European king of the Milan team. Beat Deportivo La Coruna, beat Bayern twice, eliminated Ajax, and you are the one who turned the tide in times of crisis. You have scored 30 goals in one season and you are the chief contributor to Milan's return to the top of Europe. 
However, life was always upside down, and soon injuries came unexpectedly, and the red and black number nine almost disappeared from the field for nearly two years. It wasn't until 22 October 2005, against Palermo, that you finally broke a 19-month league goal drought when you returned from injury. After the goal you pounce on manager Carlo Ancelotti and thank him for the trust he has placed in you for so long. At the same time, a more mature and terrifying Super Pippo has returned. His teammates are constantly changing, but what remains constant is Pippo's dedication to his dreams and his desire to win. The night in Istanbul was destined to belong to the Red Army, and at the moment when fate was pronounced, someone went to hell and someone went to heaven, and that night God put on red clothes. Time flies, who secretly sighs in the years. From Istanbul to Athens, it's not that far off on the map of continental Europe. In Inzaghi's heart, it was like eternity. Athens, which was once the center of the world's thinking, and the gods who had been asleep the year before. On May 23, 2007, ancient Athens enjoyed the tranquility of the pre-war period. The desire for the deep blue of the Aegean and the freshness of the white gradually became clear. May God take us to witness a great battle. The Olympic Stadium in Athens staged a heroic drama about revenge and fate, starring Inzaghi. Forever between offside and offside, he finally conquered the world again with his shadowy figure. After scoring two golden goals, Inzaghi knelt down in prayer to thank the gods for their favor. He prostrate and kissed the land of Athens. 
Finally, I quote a piece of copywriting from the world football as the end, because this copywriting is the most perfect interpretation of Inzaghi's feelings when it appears:
There is always someone who will leave a deep imprint on your heart. Have your best time. There is always someone who is still concerned when you haven't seen you for a long time. There is always a person, even if he is out of your sight, his face is still the brightest sunshine in your heart. It was a tacit understanding, like a lover at first sight. The first meeting of eyes is destined to be difficult to part. From then on, his every move will affect your eyes and drive your heartbeat. For many, Filip Inzaghi is the green lover who accompanied his happiest football years. From acquaintance, love, to parting, when he waved goodbye at the San Siro Stadium, there were no tears at that moment, because he left us too many good memories.
The memories of that moment are so clear, as if time has never grown old. Seeing you again, it's time to say goodbye, the last game, the last goal, the last reversal, the last time to bring victory to the team;One last hug, one last perfect curtain call. Some say that we haven't seen Superman in flight, but we've seen Super Pippo score. When you wave goodbye, all the good memories come flooding back in your mind, but you also see wrinkles crawling all over the face of the young Piacenza back then. The big screen at the San Siro shows Inzaghi scoring a goal. Time flies, and the days with you are like a shadow that is constantly cut, and you can see his traces every time you look back. Philippe Inzaghi, when you're not running, we still think of your smile, your eyes, your commitment and your firmness. Maybe in the near future, we can meet again, and we can still see that familiar figure on the coach on the screen. At this moment, we are not saying goodbye, but we are with each other in another way in the future.