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It is true, I'm writing hot. I compiled this week that Messi did three for Argentina, five for Barca in Champions and two for Barça in League. Ten goals in three matches in three different competitions.
The Catalan press does not speak of anything else. For a while, the economic crisis is not the subject of home in the news. Internet explodes. And in the midst of all this to me I just pass through the head a strange, very difficult to explain theory. Precisely for this reason I will try to write it, to see if I finish give it flight.
It all started this morning: I'm looking at non-stop goals from Messi on Youtube, I do it with guilt because I am in the middle of the closure of the magazine number six. You should not be doing this.
By chance I click on a compilation of fragments that had not seen before. I think that this is one video of thousands, but I immediately see that not. They are not Messi goals, their best moves, nor his assists. It is a compiled stranger: the video shows hundreds of images - from two to three seconds each — in which Messi receives very strong misconduct and does not fall.
It is not pulled or complains. Not search with cunning free kick live or the criminal. In each frame, he continues with his eyes on the ball while it is balance. It makes inhuman efforts so that what did you is not missing, nor is nor yellow for the contrary Defender.
They are many bits of ferocious kicks, obstructions, stomps and traps, tripping and treacherous agarrones; had never seen all together. He goes with the ball and receives a guadañazo in tibia, but still. Stick on the heels: trastabilla and follow. So grab the shirt: it stir and zafa continues.
I was, suddenly, astonished, because something I was familiar in these images. I put each fragment in slow motion and understood that the eyes of Messi are always concentrates on the ball, but not in football and the context.
The current football has a very clear rules which, many times, fall to the ground is to ensure a criminal, or get that it amoneste unlike fullback is conducive to future counterattacks. In these pieces, Messi doesn't appear to understand nothing about football or the opportunity.
He is seen in trance, hypnotized; you only want the ball into the opposite arch, don't care about sports neither the result nor the legislation. We must look well the eyes to understand this: put them estrábicos, as if it cost him read a subtitle; focuses on the ball and does not lose it sight either although apuñalen it.
Where had I that look previously seen? In who? It was known that gesture of excessive introspection. I left the video paused. I did zoom in their eyes. And then I remembered it: were the eyes of Totín lost when the reason for the sponge.
I had a dog in childhood which was called Totín. Nothing he touched. It wasn't a smart dog. They were thieves and he watched them carry the TV. The buzzer sounded and didn't hear it. I vomited and he did not come to lick.
However, when someone (my mother, my sister, myself) grab a sponge - a particular sponge yellow washing dishes-Totín enloquecía. I wanted to this sponge more than anything in the world, dying for wearing this yellow rectangle to the doghouse. I was shown in my right hand and he focused. I moved her from one side to another and he never stopped looking at her. I could not stop looking at her.
No matter how fast I move the sponge: the collar of Totín moved identical through the air. His eyes were becoming Japanese, attentive, intellectuals. As the eyes of Messi, cease to be a reckless teen and, for a fraction of a second, they become the voting look of Sherlock Holmes.
I discovered this afternoon, watching that video, Messi is a dog. Or a dog man. That's my theory, I regret that have come up here with better expectations. Messi is the first dog who plays football.
It makes little sense that does not understand the rules. Dogs not pretend tripping when they see coming a Citroën, not complain with the referee when Miss a cat by the Mediatrix, not looking for him to draw double yellow to the Sodere.
In the early days of football, humans were also so. They were behind the ball and nothing else: there were no color cards, the advanced position, nor the suspension after five yellow, or visitor goals were worth double. He played before as they play Messi and Totín. Later football became very rare.
Now, at this time, everyone seems more interested in the bureaucracy of the sport, its laws. After an important game, we talk about a whole week of legislation.
Did scold John eventually to skip the next match and play the classic? Faked Peter really lack in the area? Do stop playing Pancho under clause 208 indicating that Ernesto is playing the U-17? The local technician sent to water the lawn too so that the visitors patinen break the skull? Ball boys and girls disappeared when the party stood two to one, and reappeared when it was two to two? Appeal the yellow double of Paco in court sports club?
Do properly discounted the referee minutes lost Ricardo for protesting the penalty he received Ignacio from Luis time loss to the side?
No Sir. Dogs don't listen the radio, do not read the sports press, do not understand if a party is friendly and irrelevant or a Cup final. Dogs want to be always the sponge the doghouse, although they are dead sleep or them are killing ticks.
Messi is a dog. Beat records from other eras because only until the age of 50 played football dog men. After FIFA invited us all to talk about laws and articles, and we forget that what was important was the sponge.
And then one day appears a sick boy. As in his day a sick monkey stood upright and began the story of the man. This time has been a rosarino boy with different capacities. Disabled for say two consecutive sentences, antisocial, visibly unable to almost anything to do with human picaresque. But with an amazing talent to keep in his possession some round and inflated and bring it to a network at the end of a green plain fabric.
If they stopped, it would not otherwise. Lead this white area to three clubs all the time, as Sísifo. Over and over again. Guardiola said, after five goals in a single match:
-The day he wants will be six.
It wasn't a compliment, it was the objective expression of the symptom. Lionel Messi is sick. It is a rare disease which excites me, because I loved to Totín and now he is the last man dog. And we see this disease in detail, see it evolve every Saturday, I follow in Barcelona although it prefer to live elsewhere.
Everytime I upload the internal stairs of the Camp Nou and suddenly I see the gleam of the lit grass, then that always reminds us to the children, I say the same thing for my himself: should be good luck, Jorge, so you much like a sport and touch you be contemporary best version, and trascartón, that the field is so close for you.
I enjoy this double fortune. I treasure, I have nostalgia for the present every time you play Messi. I am a fan fan of this place in the world and this historic time. Because, it seems to me, in the last judgment will be all humans that have been and will be, a roll will be formed to talk about football, and one will say: I studied in Amsterdam in 73, another will say: I was architect in São Paulo in the 62, and another: I was already a teenager in Naples in 87, and my father will tell: I travelled to Montevideo in 67, and one further back: I heard the silence of the Maracanã in the 1950s.
Everyone will have their battlements with pride until the wee hours. And when already is anyone to speak, I will stand and say slowly: I lived in Barcelona in the times of the dog man. And it will not fly a fly. There will be silence. Everyone else will fall head. Appears God, dressed of last judgment, and pointing me to say: you, gordito, are saved. Everyone else, to the showers.
? HERNAN CASCIARI, MONDAY, JUNE 11, 2012