Lionel Messi is good at football. Of course, this is hardly news. On Saturday evening, he used Pedro as a (very talented) wall, in order to breach a sea of yellow shirts, before delicately lifting the ball over Diego Lopez with his weaker foot. It was a baffling demonstration of just how much better he is than everybody else. Just a few weeks ago, there were lots of ‘football people’, myself included, concocting rational arguments as to why Xavi, or Sneijder, or Forlan deserve to be crowned the greatest of this calender year. However, as we approach the unveiling of 2010’s FIFA Ballon d’Or winner, the list of 23 nominees drawn up is starting to look more and more like a silly idea.
There comes a point where you have to just stop. Just stop. What’s the point? Try as you may, there is no justification for anybody else to win the award. What about the World Cup? I honestly don’t care. Sneijder was instrumental in Inter’s record breaking treble! Again, I really couldn’t care less. Messi has scored 66 goals in his last 65 games. He has started using his right foot because he is getting bored. Nobody comes close. The human race has to hurry up and discover some form of extraterrestrial life, solely to find out if there’s a planet out there where Messi can play football without feeling slightly embarrassed by his superiority.
There may come a time when the Ballon d’Or award simply isn’t enough recognition, and he will have to be considered for a Nobel Prize instead. For now though, the best player in the world is still just that, the best player in the world. Don’t kid yourselves.
There comes a point where you have to just stop. Just stop. What’s the point? Try as you may, there is no justification for anybody else to win the award. What about the World Cup? I honestly don’t care. Sneijder was instrumental in Inter’s record breaking treble! Again, I really couldn’t care less. Messi has scored 66 goals in his last 65 games. He has started using his right foot because he is getting bored. Nobody comes close. The human race has to hurry up and discover some form of extraterrestrial life, solely to find out if there’s a planet out there where Messi can play football without feeling slightly embarrassed by his superiority.
There may come a time when the Ballon d’Or award simply isn’t enough recognition, and he will have to be considered for a Nobel Prize instead. For now though, the best player in the world is still just that, the best player in the world. Don’t kid yourselves.
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