I’m waiting for the day when there’s some appreciation—the day when people finally see the truth that’s lingered before them for so long.
I sit and wait but there’s so little of the truth out there, that it can be hard to comprehend it in its entirety.
There have been some truly great footballers in the past—stories that change you as a person and make you believe; if you work hard enough, the world will bow down before you and chant your name in a transcendental chorus that will hauntingly echo through history.
Football never ceases to amaze me and in all my time as a fan, if someone asked me for the one person who changed it all, it’ll be Messi.
I am still trying to understand how one man can be so limitless. How is it possible for one person to change the course of history so significantly, names in record books once untouched have been scratched on and written over to the point where no matter where you look, all you see is his name in glaring bold?
The way he moves, the way he gets away from those chasing his ghost, the way he puts all those around him to shame with a flick as easy as the smile on his face... Is it all real, or just manufactured reality? An existence produced to bring us joy from that which we cannot ever fully understand?
30 years of life, and there’s still more joy to come from the pot of gold that won’t stop giving.
I want to try and do justice to the man for he has rarely been treated with the love and admiration he deserves from those witnessing his magic.
From humble beginnings, a man rose above everyone else to shine.
Stadiums are filled with thousands of people every week to watch men play with a ball full of air. Football is arguably the most insignificant sport from a cynic’s eyes—90 minutes of men trying to find the back of the net; a short-lived claim to fame. It is redundant, and yet we love it. It is pointless, and yet millions across the world swear by it. The answer is simple—when that stadium fills, it is a celebration; a celebration of what we humans can do. Football is a celebration of the simplest things like balancing a ball and controlling it with our feet. It is a celebration of humanity in its purest form, and there is no greater reason to be happy.
Messi is the epitome of everything that is football, and by extension, humanity.
In the future, many will wonder if the stories are true and even more will try to mimic him, for they would have already discovered his legend amongst those that came before him. Those of us who grew up watching him become a man from a little boy will reminisce with a smile on our faces, while those who didn’t will try to recollect if he was really that good—maybe there was another who was just as good, if not better?
The truth, however, is that there will only ever be one Messi and if we don’t appreciate him enough today, we might just live to regret it.
Happy Birthday, Leo.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision
Rode on the steel breeze
Come on you raver, you seer of visions
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!