Messi is coming.
In a few days he will visit us with the National Team to celebrate "live" the unforgettable world title of Qatar 2022. It will be against Panama, in a Monumental that will more than surely explode in obeisances to the idol and his companions from the "scaloneta".
The opponent does not qualify as a tester.
Does not matter.
On Thursday the 23rd, on the pitch or on TV,
the rituals of a collective celebration will be revived
.
All in the same boat and rowing in the same direction: a sense of reciprocity taught to us by that group of lads, with a stately captain at the helm and a daring, unassuming tactical driver on the bank.
We had already won two world titles, but this one was different.
Not better: different.
A month in a state of perpetual joy, with an emotional ferment like no other.
It is difficult to trace something similar to the social impact of this magnitude in an Argentina fed up with the traumatic failures of the ruling elites, pro-government or opposition.
The boys did not leave us “stretched on the roads”, stirring up dreams in the trash.
They taught us how to rescue them and take them to the top.
At least five generations will look at the night of the game in Núñez in only one direction.
Perhaps to leave a future record with a pagan after-dinner sermon, which will surely grow over the years:
"I saw him play on the field."
Messi has earned the unconditional love and admiration throughout the world from a collective of millions of critics, fellow journalists, coaches, fans and "ordinary" people who are not too moved by football.
How did you build so much glory and so much consensus through almost two decades, an unusual period of splendor in highly competitive sport?
Let's say, among so many numbers and stratospheric statistics of his career as an unbeatable conqueror, that he did it for those subtle embroideries and astonishment juggling that he knew how to invent with a ball at his feet.
This key must be interpreted to decipher the root of the phenomenon
that has given Leo the stature of a global hero from the temples of world football.
The greatest player in history not only works as a footballer: he enjoys playing "ball", like millions and millions of anonymous Messi, frustrated stars, who have pursued and are now pursuing their dreams behind a ball, imagining that ever , like him, perhaps they could "shake hands with Paradise" and carve out a little place in that "galaxy that belongs to him", as the British journalist Peter Drury has said in his story destined to last until the final crossing of time.
How not to love Leo?
Did you see him at the coronation in Qatar, with a smile that escaped his face, rubbing his hands like an anxious kid waiting for the assault of the dreamed dessert, while he kept looking at that Cup that he felt "calling me
and asked me to pick it up?"
.
When he did, the whole world trembled and he became a roar of triumph in the soccer jungle.
Did you see him at the consecration of the "The Best" award, organized by FIFA, nervous on stage, with an angelic and contagious gesture, wrapped in blushes, as if he didn't deserve so much praise?
He was not alone.
On stage he was accompanied by the millions who learned to love him and be dazzled by his stubborn epic of not lowering his arms and turning the garbage over and over again, until they found that dream, from which anyone over 30 years of age would have deserted. at the first stumble
Despite everything,
the existence of a handful of sick "haters" (haters) of Messi is well known
.
They have rights, they lack reasons.
There are super media that are not afraid of ridicule on the screen.
A man from Madrid, somewhat petulant, from a Spanish television show.
Almost a twin replica of a colorful Argentine, who uses similar arguments as his colleague.
Or the other way around: the hatred of Messi unites them.
Something else equals them: they are fans and friends of Cristiano Ronaldo.
There is also a Mexican buffoon who is not taken seriously in his country when he talks about the "messisito", in a diminutive that he intends to disqualify.
In our country there were many during lean times and lost finals.
But Messi's talent pulverized them one by one.
However, regarding the “¡oleeee!”
from the planetary crack to the photo that the Government was looking for with the Cup and in the Plaza (which would later achieve, on a tiny scale, a furtive mischief by Macri at the FIFA gala), the Kirchnerist mastiffs of militant journalism came out in line to bite
him the ankles
.
One of them came to collect in the municipal civil service and in journalistic media related to the Government as if they were the same box.
Of course, during the World Cup he used to upload photos and videos to the networks with his family in Qatar, celebrating 10 and the
stag
in every Argentine triumph.
It was not just a vulgar soccer machismo.
Some K journalists with a black palate, who lived on public money for 6, 7, 8 years, recited a script designed against Messi on friendly screens.
There were also those who with invented tweets set the idol on fire for judging him "millionaire and shitter like Macri."
It did not seem accidental that they ignored other millionaires.
These types of hounds only pounce on a prey when they identify the master's command voice.
Or the mistress
Let those who go to the Monumental and love Leo healthily be attentive
.
Perhaps in the face of some misfortune typical of soccer, some agents of the "tribunero hitman", who always get tickets, camouflaged among genuine fans, dare to make some timid whistles, seeking to add to the crowds prone to emotional contagion.
Cristinism always made good friends with all-terrain barrabravas, which they knew how to rent for political operations and personal attacks since the impunity of “la popular”.
It's in your DNA.
Maybe they'll issue the order to attack.
Messi's army is more in number and in joys received.
It does not look at one photo more or one photo less.
He will know how to burst into applause and cheers in legitimate defense of the titan in his twilight time.
A tribute to that distant kid from Rosario who only wanted one thing in life: to play "ball" like the gods.
He went too far, went on long and became a living legend.
His "last dance" (last dance) is not a distant station.
He deserves to receive the gratitude of his people and his land from now on.
It is about throwing him a party with “great men and villains” so that they “dance and hold hands”, in tribute to the magic still pending, before he decides to leave us with the memory of his endless glory.