❤️🩹🇦🇷 Leo Messi: “Dad, you kept asking me to play in one last World Cup… just days before it began was when your condition got worse”.
“It was the first time you weren’t going to be there with me at tournament… but Mom kept telling me you were going to get better and that you’d be well enough to travel”.
“I kept telling you we were going to reach the World Cup final so you could make the trip, this was my mission once again”.
“After every match, I waited for and missed your message. That’s when I realized how serious the situation really was”.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about going as far as possible, give you more time and the chance to watch one of the games”.
“We reached the final, but you couldn’t be there. I wanted to win it so I could bring the trophy to you and show you another one. I couldn’t”.
“My legs just couldn’t give me any more”.
“This time I tried to push beyond what my body could handle, but I couldn’t”.
“I never managed to feel physically right”.
“We didn’t become champions Dad, but you have no idea how much we enjoyed every match. Once again, you were right: I had to be there and play in it… as you told me, always”.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do without you, I don’t know how to go on. I only played football and now I have quite a few doubts about whether I’ll keep doing it for much longer.” 🥲
Lionel Messi’s letter for his father. ❤️🩹
Dad, I still can’t believe that you’ve gone. I don’t fall, or rather, I don’t want to fall. It’s very hard for me to imagine that I’m not going to see you anymore, that we’re not going to talk anymore. I know you were suffering and that it’s for the best, but you left too soon. We still had a lot left to enjoy together.
You asked me so much to play in the last World Cup, and it was in the days just before it started that you got the worst. It was the first time you weren’t going to be at a tournament, but Mom told me that you were going to get better and that you’d be well enough to travel. I told you we were going to reach the final so you could travel.
Every time a match ended I waited for and missed your message. That’s when I realized the situation was really bad. Even so, I didn’t stop thinking about going as far as possible, to buy you time and so you could see a match. We reached the final and you couldn’t be there.
I wanted to win it to bring it to you and show you a new one. I couldn’t; my legs wouldn’t give any more. This time I tried to go against my body, but I couldn’t. I never managed to feel good.
When I arrived you thought we had lost the final on penalties. We couldn’t talk about any of everything that happened. You couldn’t enjoy anything.
We weren’t champions, but you have no idea how much we enjoyed every single match. Once again, you were right: I had to be there and play it.
I’m telling you this because it was the only thing we couldn’t talk about, since you already know everything else. We talked every day and saw each other whenever we could, given my commitments.
I don’t know what I’m going to do without you, I don’t know how to go on. I only played football and now I have quite a few doubts about whether I’ll keep doing it for much longer.
You were by my side from the beginning; there was so little left until the end. Why couldn’t you hold on that little bit more so we could finish together?
I know your happiness was seeing your family well, your wife, your children, and above all, without the others finding out, watching me play…
It was always like that since I was little. You would take me to all the training sessions as soon as you got home from work. For many of them Mum took me because you were working.
Obviously you never missed a single match. How you suffered watching me and how you enjoyed it, even though you never gave me many compliments.
You were dad, friend and representative.
You were always the person you needed to be in every moment and you never got anything wrong. Beyond a few reproaches or arguments, you were always right. In the end it always turned out the way you said.
I’m going to miss you a lot, but you’ll always be present, and especially in the upbringing of my children, because I teach them and raise them the way you both did with me.
Rest in peace and look after us from above the way you did down here. Thank you for everything.
I love you, Dad. ❤️
🚨🚨🚨🥹 LEO MESSI ON IG:
"Dad, I still can’t believe you’re gone. It hasn’t sunk in, or rather, I don’t want it to. It’s so hard for me to imagine that I’m never going to see you again, that we’re never going to talk again. I know you were suffering and that this is for the best, but you left us far too soon. We still had so much left to enjoy together.
"You kept asking me to play in one last World Cup, and just days before it began was when your condition got worse. It was the first time you weren’t going to be there with me at a tournament, but Mom kept telling me you were going to get better and that you’d be well enough to travel. I kept telling you we were going to reach the final so you could make the trip.
"After every match, I waited for and missed your message. That’s when I realized how serious the situation really was. Even so, I couldn’t stop thinking about going as far as possible, to give you more time and the chance to watch one of the games.
"We reached the final, but you couldn’t be there. I wanted to win it so I could bring the trophy to you and show you another one. I couldn’t. My legs just couldn’t give me any more. This time I tried to push beyond what my body could handle, but I couldn’t. I never managed to feel physically right.
"When I got back, you thought we had lost the final on penalties. We couldn’t talk about anything that had happened. You weren’t able to enjoy any of it. We didn’t become champions, but you have no idea how much we enjoyed every match. Once again, you were right: I had to be there and play in it.
"I’m telling you all this because it was the only thing we never got the chance to talk about. You already know everything else. We spoke every day and saw each other whenever my commitments allowed us to.
"I don’t know what I’m going to do without you. I don’t know how to keep going. All I ever did was play football, and now I have serious doubts about whether I’ll keep doing it for much longer. You were by my side from the very beginning, and there was so little left until the end. Why couldn’t you hold on just a little longer so we could finish it together?
I know your happiness came from seeing your family doing well, your wife, your children and, above all, without anyone else knowing, from watching me play…
"It had always been that way since I was little. You took me to every training session as soon as you got home from work. Mom took me to many of them because you were working.
"And of course, you never missed a single match. How much you suffered watching me, and how much you enjoyed it, even though you never gave me too much praise.
"You were my dad, my friend, and my representative. You always knew exactly who you needed to be in every moment, and you were never wrong about anything. Despite some arguments or disagreements, you were always right. In the end, things always turned out the way you said they would.
"I’m going to miss you so much, but you’ll always be present, especially in the way I raise my children, because I teach them and raise them the way you and Mom raised me.
"Rest in peace and watch over us from above, just as you did here. Thank you for everything.
"I love you, Dad. ❤️"
“It hurts when people say the Saudi Pro League isn’t competitive 💔, while the MLS is worse. Only those who have played in the league know how difficult it really is.”
— Cristiano Ronaldo
This sums it up perfectly. History has shown that people often become uncomfortable with prolonged dominance. Messi's consistency at the highest level for over two decades is a rare phenomenon. No one is talking about how brilliant he was at the World Cup.
People don't hate Argentina.
Let's be honest for once in our lifetime.
People don't hate Argentina. They hate what Argentina becomes when Messi puts on that shirt. They hate what football becomes when Messi steps into the field. They hate how time travels when Messi controls the ball. They hate how records crumble when he leaves the field
It's not the 11 men on the field they have a problem with. It's the one man who makes the impossible look routine. It's the one man who, for nearly 20 years, has raised the bar so high no one else can touch it.
I see the posts. The tweets. The legends, the pundits, the analysts, the streamers, the bloggers all queuing up to tell you how bad Argentina is. How slow. How finished. How lucky. How inhumane. How they control everything.
But listen closely. When they say Argentina is bad, what they're really saying is: "I hope Messi is finally finished." That's the tax you pay for being great.
When you're average, you're invisible. When you're good, they applaud you. But when you're great, when you're generational, when you're the best you become a mirror. And people hate a mirror that reminds them they will never be you.
They criticize you because they can't become you. They doubt you because your very existence proves their excuses are false. So, if you feel that hate right now, if you feel the whole world waiting for Messi to fall, understand this: It means he is doing something right.
Where was this hate when Maradona punched the ball into the net and called it the "Hand of God"? Where was it in Messi's early years? Everyone loved him until he started destroying records.
Pundits got their predictions wrong, punters lost their bets, analysts failed to decode ideas on how to stop him, bloggers realized no article could explain how he plays, legends saw their records falling, and streamers just followed the trend. Rival fans started to watch football matches with microscopic eyes
Everyone felt threatened. Everyone's favourite legend suddenly looked ordinary. Every analyst opinion became meaningless. Football became chaos. No one could match his ability, master his craft, decode his tactics, or predict his vision. Rivalries became toxicity. So, they did the only thing left. They turned to insults, disrespect, and trash talking. When Kroos said, "football won" he meant all the anti-Messi campaign has paid off. When Ronaldo happily reacts to Messi criticism it's a signal of tapping out of the pitch to clout chasing. Remember that “the fall of the great is the joy of the mediocre.”
The hate is not a signal to quit. It's proof that you've made it. Greatness was never supposed to be comfortable. It was never supposed to be liked by everyone. Greatness was supposed to be lonely. It was supposed to be questioned. It was supposed to be attacked
Dear Messi, never make yourself smaller just to make them comfortable. Never apologize for being exceptional. Let them talk. Let them tweet. Let them record their videos. Let them edit your clips and exaggerate your mistakes
You keep going. Because in the end, history never remembers the critics. History remembers Messi