BBC was the greatest trio in football, not because they were the most beautiful, but because they were the most inevitable.
MSN was beauty. You watched them and you smiled. The one-twos, the little flicks, the friendship. It was football as art. It was made to be admired.
BBC was not made to be admired. BBC was made to win. To destroy.
Bale running like a horse that escaped war. Benzema sacrificing himself, linking, bleeding for the team with no credit. And Ronaldo - the storm in the middle. The end product. The man who turned every attack into a sentence.
MSN would caress you. BBC would kill you.
And that is the dichotomy of Messi and Ronaldo.
Messi is beauty. When he plays, football feels pure. It feels like it was meant to be like that. You watch him and you feel something in your chest.
Ronaldo is greatness. When he plays, football feels powerful. It feels like willpower can beat talent. You watch him and you feel something in your gut - the fear, the awe, the inevitability that he will find a way.
Both are good. But one is beautiful, the other one is great.
Beauty makes you fall in love with football.
Greatness makes you remember why you will never forget it.
The day you stop needing everybody to understand you is the day you recover a lot of peace you have been giving away for free.
Being understood by everyone is not a requirement for living well.
See this shameless bitch ,the funny thing is during El Classico,those players she mentioned are the once who always perform.
She canโt tell me one Classico game that we won and his man was the best player on the pitch. Always throwing shades at the players who gives their best