Let me do a little football argument today, Mr Bayo:
You are free to love Ronaldo, but you cannot make an argument that he is greater than Messi.
What metrics do you want to measure with? Messi beats Ronaldo across the board.
But let’s flip their records. Would Messi still be greater than Cristiano Ronaldo if:
Messi had 35 trophies, while Ronaldo had 46, the highest in the world?
Messi had five Ballon d’Ors, while Ronaldo had eight?
Messi had 8 domestic titles, while Ronaldo had 13+?
Messi had just the Euros and two Nations Leagues, while Ronaldo had a World Cup, two Copas, one Olympic medal, and one Finalissima?
Messi had 2 FIFA The Best awards, while Ronaldo had 3?
Messi had 4 Golden Shoes, while Ronaldo had 6?
Messi had 0 World Cup Golden Balls, while Ronaldo had 2?
Messi had 0 World Cup Golden Boots, while Ronaldo had 1?
Messi had 960+ goals, while Ronaldo had 900+, but also the most assists, dribbles, and chances created, while playing two fewer years than him?
Messi had 5 Champions League titles, while Ronaldo had 4?
Messi had 0 Laureus Sports Awards, while Ronaldo had 1, the only footballer to win it?
I could go on and on. But even in that scenario, Ronaldo fans would still not concede that Messi is better.
But that is the reality we have here.
The whole of football knows Messi is both better and greater.
Ronaldo’s teammates attest to this. Messi’s teammates attest to this.
Top coaches in the world attest to it:
Pep Guardiola
Jürgen Klopp
Arsène Wenger
José Mourinho
Etc.
Legends of football attest to it, and their careers attest to it.
Messi is 39, and he is still playing with the highest creative and playmaking responsibility on the pitch.
Ronaldo shifted from the wings to the box as early as 2015–2018.
Now they are both at the twilight of their careers, and we see one still actively dictating play, while the other has become a shadow of his former self.
Messi is better and greater than Ronaldo in all regards.
i used to live alone when i was a young bachelor; no real friends, no girlfriend, no partying, no clubbing. just me, growing alone, compounding wealth. at first it felt like peace, but deep down it was chaos i battled daily.
walking around my apartment, i longed for someone to talk to. waking up, i wanted someone lying next to me. cooking, i wanted someone to eat with. watching football, i wanted to scream GOOAAALL with people by my side, but there was no one.
i had money, yes, but i felt lonely and depressed... truly, we are social creatures by design and no amount of self-love can replace the warmth of genuine human connection.
no philosophy, no hustle, no self-improvement can replace the simple need to be seen, heard, and valued. my depression started lifting only when i began going out more and building real connections. introversion can kill slowly.
I’ve never seen the Naira fall so fast like this in my life. N820 yesterday, N850 today wtf!
This is not even something to laugh about anymore. What the hell did you people allow into Aso rock to rule us? Jesus christ!
For almost two months, I was convinced my friend group had a separate group chat without me.
Plans would get mentioned casually, “oh yeah, like we said earlier”, and I’d just stand there like 🙂 earlier where? If I walked into the room and they stopped laughing, my brain immediately titled it: Season 2: The Quiet Exile. I started analyzing delivery times, inside jokes, who viewed my stories but didn’t reply. Every late response felt intentional. Every “we forgot to tell you” felt strategic.
One night I finally joked, “So what’s the name of the secret group chat?”
They all looked confused.
Turns out there was another group chat, but it was for planning a surprise birthday thing for me. The reason they’d go quiet? They were terrible at lying. The “earlier” conversations? About work, not me. The late replies? Two of them had just started new jobs and one was going through a breakup.
Meanwhile, I had already mentally written a betrayal arc, drafted my villain origin speech, and emotionally distanced myself for protection.
The stupidest part? Nobody was excluding me.
I was just overprotecting myself from a threat that didn’t exist.
That’s when I realized, sometimes the only person putting me on the outside… is me.
185days since last time I got a text/dm not work related. Not having friends sucks especially when nobody to blame but yourself pushed everyone away and nobody sticked around. I am doing everything I can to better myself but honestly not sure how much sure I can take it.