12G/As at the World Cup at 39, then deals with an incredibly tragic personal loss, yet he’s back doing what he absolutely loves and thoroughly dominating.
Lionel Messi is the closest we will ever get to an athlete defying the laws of nature. Time works differently for him.
If Ronaldo had 6 golden boots
If Ronaldo had a world cup
If Ronaldo had 2 world cup golden balls
If Ronaldo had 8 Balon d'ors
If Ronaldo had the most trophies in football history
If Ronaldo had the most g/a in football
If Ronaldo had the most individual awards in football
If Ronaldo had the most world cup goals and world cup assists
If Ronaldo had the most man of the match awards in football history
If Ronaldo had the most chances and big chances created in football history
If Ronaldo had the most dribbles completed in football history
I can swear with everything I have that nobody will be doing this "2 goats" nonsense that we're seeing all over the timeline.
There is a massive massive gap between Messi and Ronaldo. Even before 2021 when he finally won a trophy with Argentina, we his fans who have watched him knew that there was no one comparable to him, but because he was caught lacking with Argentina, Ronaldo fans seemed to win all the debates then because like it or not, international trophies with your country is a very huge achievement.
You can love Ronaldo so much and call him your favorite player or your goat, it's fine, but when you will be wrong is when you try to say that he is better than Messi. Because any logical person who has watched both of them and seen all the trophies, accolades and impact both have had on football will know that one is superior to the other.
Funny how Salah hasn't said a single word about the refs, VAR, or FIFA after the match. Just like no Cape Verde player complained after theirs.
Yet the same accounts flooding the timeline with "the World Cup is rigged for Argentina" were completely silent when Modrić openly claimed that VAR and the referees were favouring Portugal.
That tells you everything you need to know. This outrage isn't genuine, it's manufactured. Either by people deliberately pushing an agenda, or new "soccer" fans who've jumped on the latest bandwagon.
Oh we're doing the "European teams are better" thing again, but you got knocked out in the group stages of 2014 behind USA, lost to Uruguay in 2018, Morocco in 2022, and got the bad side of the draw in 2026 because you couldn't beat Congo or Colombia. Funny how that works
91 year old legendary Argentinian journalist Macaya Márquez was in press conference, covering his 18th (!) World Cup 🐐
“Let me ask you… will Messi play against Jordan or not?” 😬
“I’d never reply to any journalist on this topic now… but it is coming from you, and so I tell you: Messi will not start” 👏🏼
“I respect you too much, I’m proud to see you here”, added.
Scaloni then went to hug Márquez and took a picture 🫂🥹
Two absolute legends. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐲. 👏🏼
🎥 @okdobleamarilla
39.
I’ll never take a single day of watching Lionel Messi play football for granted.
Growing up and witnessing his entire journey has been one of the greatest privileges of my life.
Because there’s a feeling Messi gives you that simply can’t be explained. If you’re not a Messi fan, you’ll never truly understand it.
ميسي 2022 بعد خسارته أول مباراة افتتاحية بالمجموعة خرج بعد المباراة وتحمل كامل المسؤولية وقال ثقوا بنا هذه المنظومة لن تخذلكم …. قال تصريح هو داري انه راح يتحمل عواقبه إذا ماحقق كأس العالم لكنه أخرج روح القائد اللي داخله وقدم أعظم أداء فردي بتاريخ كأس العالم
الحين البرتغال تعثرت أول مباراة لكن ماشفنا رونالدو يخرج يصرح ويحفز زملائه بل تعمد الصمت بالوقت اللي لاعبين البرتغال يحتاجونه فيها
مهما فعل الإعلام من تطبيل لرونالدو لكنه لن يصبح قائد مثل ميسي أبداً
I apologize in advance if this applies to you but I sincerely believe that if you think Ronaldo was ever close to Messi, you are of an objectively lower mental status than me, something akin to a sea urchin or maybe a mussel.
2014- كاس العالم صعب، يا فاشل!
2015- 0 القاب دولية مع الارجنتين، لاعب نادي!
2016- لن تصبح مارادونا، دييغو واحد!
2018- الرقصة الاخيرة في موسكو، باي ميسي!
ثم ماذا ؟
2021- كوبا امريكا سهلة، مجهزة، غير محسوبة!
2022- فايلنسميا غير معترف بها، هدية!
2022- كاس العالم مطبوخه، مؤامرة!
2024- كوبا امريكا تافهة، تسويقية!
2026- 😁
أحب هذه الرحلة، التي بدأت بالتقليل والإستنقاص، ثم التهكم والسخرية، ثم العويل والصياح، والبكاء واللطم، رحلة الإلجام واخراس الألسان، رحلة أجبرت الكارهين على أمرين لا ثالث لهم، الوقوف للتصفيق أو إظهار مشاعر عكسية تناقض الشعور الداخلي!
ميسي ..
الثابت وسط معاييرهم المتقلبة والمتلونة 🐐🇦🇷
USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen.
I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify.
In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather.
"Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully.
"Honey, that's what it looks like."
The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it."
I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it.
I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South.
It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent.
"Well?" the waitress asked.
"I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed."
"Everybody does, hon."
Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it.
Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating.
I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden.
It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.
Ronaldo fans hate Messi because he is better than their favourite player while Messi fans hate Ronaldo because he is a hypocritical narcissistic & moronic piece of shit.