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Messi wins eternity

2022-12-18T18:40:43.779Z


Only life can hurt more than football. Only football can be more unbearable than life. But Messi will live forever. He will do it in the memory of all those...


Only life can hurt more than football.

Only football can be more unbearable than life.

But

Messi

will live forever.

He will do so in the memory of those who saw him finally win the World Cup at the age of 35 and on his fifth attempt.

In the tears shed, and in those that are about to shed.

In the songs that will retain his feat in Qatar forever.

In the best drunkenness and in the worst hangovers.

In literature, although the adjective is no longer useful and the story is written with five letters.

In

Mbappé

's regret , too good to score three goals from the grave;

too young to believe that defeat only hurts.

In the heart of an Argentina that she will continue to be tormented because life is not solved by soccer, but that she will find more relief than when she was looking for answers in Diego's red eyes.

Messi will live forever.

Because living is remembering.

Messi conquered the World Cup that will deny the reproach.

The seven Ballon d'Ors were not enough. Neither was his collection of six golden boots.

Not even the goals (13 in the World Cups, just three

behind Klose

) and the titles (already 42, who else along with

Dani Alves

).

It was always little because Messi, they said, couldn't be like Maradona.

But Leo, that bloody cold-

chested

, the same one who was ugly because he didn't die singing a hymn that he has tattooed on his soul, was in Qatar the contradictory hero that Argentina needed.

He didn't smile, he challenged.

He didn't play, he tore off his old skin to pieces.

"What look silly".

And then, those players who spent the World Cup standing behind him.

Like De

Paul

, like Mac Allister, like Nahuel, like Romero, or like the other heroes of the final, Di María, Dibu or Montiel, who went from the martyrdom of sticking out his arm when he shouldn't have scored the goal that was worth the World Cup .

All of them gave Messi their faith in him.

Hoping their captain would take them where no one else could.

And the final against a France that lived overwhelmed for 80 minutes, but that Mbappé raised until he couldn't take it anymore, was the culmination of Leo's work.

And not only because his individual performance in this World Cup has been one of the most memorable in history.

Nor for having scored seven goals in Qatar or having finally buried those demons that had possessed him for so many years at the penalty spot.

Messi got that Argentina that lost in the first game against Saudi Arabia to twist his fears to turn them into an obsession with giving the best gift to a country that surrendered to his faith without having to create a church for it.

Although this required the intervention of the youngest coach in the tournament,

Lionel Scaloni

, a nightmare for a technician who seemed infallible like Deschamps.

A Maradonian

Messi

needed Scaloni's sanity.

The Lusail final had not yet started, and Messi still did not give away a smile.

He lowered his eyebrows, and looked at the stands, in case there was a way to find his wife, Antonella, with her three children, Thiago, Mateo and Ciro.

But in no time he was running, trying to connect with his old friend Di Maria, who seemed lost for the cause in the tournament, but whom Messi always trusted.

That's right.

Who knows if La Pulga warned Fideo of Dembélé's sleepy face, who had to defend Di María while Koundé sank.

A simple dribble, an absurd attack by Dembélé.

And Messi would cheat on Lloris like someone hiding candy from a child.

He further twisted the concept of Leo beauty when he clarified with a simple caress of the ball the counterattack defined by Di María, who began to cry even with half his life ahead of him.

The emotional outburst with which Mbappé brought France back from the dead in a minute did not make Messi lower his head.

Lloris

denied him the goal twice.

One before extension.

Another, already at the time of torture.

But when the

ten

believed to finally reach definitive glory, without Koundé being able to get the ball under the sticks, Montiel released a hand that was not God's, but that of the devil.

Dibu Martínez was a giant.

Messi scored his penalty, promising the ball a night of love.

And when Montiel settled the agony, the

ten

was already able to rest.

He didn't run.

He didn't cry either.

He walked calmly towards the stands with his arms raised.

He sighed and finally smiled.

Then he put his lips on the World Cup.

The consolation should be that.

Also peace.

Messi is already eternal.

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