To the little boy from Rosario 🇦🇷,
One who was once too quiet, too fragile, too weak, too small - with a body that betrayed him but with dreams strong enough to power through.
The little boy from Rosario who left home before he was ready, burdened with the hopes of millions before he was old enough to carry his own.
To that little boy, I write as tonight might be your final dance. 🇦🇷 🇪🇸
You conquered Europe, conquered every record that they said would never fall - to the world, you were an undisputed genius but everytime you put on the Argentine camiseta, he felt like a curse trailed you.
One final lost after another. What mattered to you the most, to bring joy to the cot that cradled you was constantly out of your reach.
Every defeat you suffered kept reminding us, that maybe, you're just as human as we are.
Every time you cried from the bench with swollen feet, we watched and are reminded, maybe you're just as human.
You retired and we thought your story was over - we could still make peace with the joy you've given us from club spectacle.
Like the Phoenix that you are, you rose from the ashes that was designed to bury you - you walked back into storms that was orchestrated to sink you.
My dear little boy from Rosario 🇦🇷,
you walked back to the pitch - fingers pointed to your grandmother who first believed, doubled the joy you've always brought us, fulfilled your lifelong dreams, made new records and broke your own records.
I'm not even Argentine but you've spurred me to permanently chant:
"Soy hincha de la Selección,
La aliento con el corazón
Ganamos la tercera con Lionel
Queremos ser campeones otra vez"
Tonight is not just another final, Muchacho. Tonight is not just about the hunt for another trophy, Lionel.
Tonight is about the compression of a 2-decade story line from 2006 to 2026.
All the tears, heartbreaks, all the doubts & how you repeatedly resurrected with no points left to prove.
We might not have existed in the times of Shakespeare, Alexander the Great, Michangelo, Plato, Isaac Newton - but it's been the absolute privilege of our lives to have existed while you did, the absolute honor of our lives to have been your audience.
Long after stadiums rot into the ground in silence, and goals get forgotten - we will always remember how you made us feel.
One day when we're all frail and rottening in our grandpa era, our grandchildren will feel electric surges just from touching us - and it will be difficult for us to explain that it was your gift to us 70 years back.
Maybe your last dance, maybe one more dance - but we're privileged to be dancing with you again, Mi Capitan.
🐐 🇦🇷
See as Messi Dey acknowledge me and my guys… bro anytime whey I Dey argue with Ronaldo fans, my blood Dey always turn blue. I no even wan hear that any player better pass am.
Jamais suivi une compétition aussi imbuvable. La plus belle fête du sport gâchée par des abrutis qui n'ont fait que pleurer sur l'arbitrage, crier au complot, tout ça parce qu'ils ont le seum pour une défaite il y a 4 ans, ou ne supportent pas que leur joueur préféré soit rincé.