In life, the search for beauty is constant. Yet sometimes, we don’t see it when it is right in front of us, and other times, we find it, and let it slip through our fingers.
The world’s most popular art is football, and its greatest practitioner is Lionel Messi. I am an atheist, but he is god.
There are teams that will forever rue the fact that Messi escaped from them. As a boy, Leo was already a terror in Argentine junior leagues, but neither his team, Newell’s or the club that wanted to recruit him, River, was willing to spend the small sum that would solve his hormone deficiency and allow him to pursue a professional career. Instead it was Barça that was willing to invest. Never have they spent their money more wisely, and as the blaugrana make an effort to become the world’s biggest club, they will always have the stinginess of others to thank.
What breaks my heart is that Messi will never play for Spain. He moved to Barcelona at age thirteen, and is a holder of Spanish nationality. Of course Spain invited him to join the national team, but Messi loved Argentina too much.
Messi has scored goals at a higher rate for Barcelona than he has for Argentina, and this has won him some criticism in the southern hemisphere. There are even people who say he is not really Argentinian.
These commentators are morons. The problem in the Argentina-Messi relationship is not the great man, it’s the Argentinian football authorities. Why was he on the bench in Germany 2006? Why did they let Riquelme call the shots in 2007 in Venezuela? Why is Martín Palermo allowed within five miles of him? They don’t know what they have, and if they would only trust him, he will bring Argentina a third world title this summer.
For the supporters of Spain, there are no such doubts. We love Messi. Perhaps one day Leo will realize that he will be treated better in the old country, perhaps a beautiful catalana will catch his eye, perhaps Pep Guardiola will coach the national team, and we will see this new god in the red shirt…
Daring to hope…