“Ho visto Maradona! Oh, mother, mother, mother!” I too saw Maradona in his best years and even our best years. The song of Napoli’s gallery and the invocation of the mother of each of us who have grasped the times and the comment of Victor Hugo Morales are part of a sentimental mythology that never trades the past for the present. And so, lame as we are with a dream and a leg, like Garrincha, we sit before history like the protesters in Tiananmen Square in front of the tanks, 30 or so years ago. In fact, almost everything comes from that time, the revolt and the sensations.

That’s why this Argentina-Saudi Arabia 1-2 cannot be a surprise, since there is so much logic in everything that happens with Messi’s national team that you don’t even need to care, it’s enough to understand .

Argentina to the world’s best footballer of the last and same 30 years, Messi, is like Messi. Just like Argentina back then was like Maradona. That’s the whole explanation.

With everything that has been added in the world, in life and in marketing all these years.

Editorial by Marius Mitran: I saw Messi, mother!

Diego was hated by FIFA, but loved by Planeta. He hated the fans of Juve, or those of Inter or Milan, but the fans of Napoli sat on his knees, the ones who confessed, at home, to their mother, telling her who they saw at the match and what other spells were initiated there.

Maradona’s Argentina were champions of the poor and sometimes free world, and when they weren’t, it was, of course, caused by a theft of global proportions. Maradona had taken it on his own, and as he played miraculously and his gestures became legendary, so did Argentina draw miracles and fulfill dreams. But time and those people have passed. However, the love for Argentina remained, and grew ever higher. The Tango, Batistuta and Caniggia, Boca and River and San Lorenzo, the Pope of Rome, that is socio Francis, Carolina Baldini and ole, ole, ole, Cholo Simeone, Borges and Tata Martino.

But Messi beat them all. Raised by Barcelona and Guardiola where with the thought you don’t think, Messi became, like Maradona then, Argentina itself. Without being aware, because it rarely seems to be, Messi entered and accepted the trance of being and heart and music and football, but above all, the literature of a nation with which many other dreams are legitimized. Is there even one of you who hasn’t heard someone say he’s sticking with Messi and wants the world title to arrive on Christmas Eve in Buenos Aires?

Saudi Arabia did beat Argentina, though Messi had opened the scoring from a penalty given as a gift, like the countless gifts received from life and advertising by this genius from Rosario, now in Paris. It’s beautiful in Paris! He’s on the money in Paris.

But Messi didn’t play anything with Saudi Arabia, and as I established earlier, Argentina being Messi, the shock came. The rotary newspapers started, the websites lit up, networks on the roads fell, Păunescu’s words. That’s right, the Slovenian Vincic also did what he could, he extended to the limit, he left a Saudi on the ground, involuntarily hit by his own goalkeeper, just so that Messi could shoot at the goal, he thought, perhaps, that all the previous 36 matches without defeat will be 37, finally, everything that for Diego Armando, once was war, for Leo has become, and that for a long time, peace and friendship. The Golden Balls that were other people’s, the MVP at the World Cup in Brazil that was not his anyway, you remember, I think, many, many gifts. While they were taken from the other, they were given to him. But Paris will never be Naples, as even Barcelona could never be. And what’s more important, Argentina won’t be Argentina either! At least not at this World Cup, not in Qatar, not now! Messi last won the Champions League 7 years ago and never the World Cup. He is the genius who sits behind the wall made by his teammates, he takes the number 30 on his shirt, he is the genius who inherits everything naturally, but does not withstand the pressure that comes with or should come with the inheritance.

He’s huge, but he doesn’t have the stature required for absolute. Herve Renard annihilates him today, and Saudi Arabia, well done! Just as Madrid stopped him yesterday and got away with Elche or Alaves, with Lens and Rennes, more recently.

Maybe the Argentina of our dreams has not fallen, maybe we, its supporters from afar, still have a chance. To beat Poland and Mexico.
Let’s remember that Maradona could do anything, anytime and, more importantly, anyway. Diego’s Argentina played like him, even though he didn’t need it, he could manage on his own. She only needed her fans. And it remained theirs, beyond the sky.

Messi’s Argentina is still waiting for Messi to take it where it has been in memory. But Messi sometimes comes to the meeting, sometimes not. So to our good mothers, we, today, don’t have much to say about what we see in the stadiums when Messi is there.

Although Victor Hugo Morales continues to commentate. And let Messi play. He’s in the fifth world, mother!

Known by the nickname “Master” for his knowledge of football and sports in general, Marius Mitran returns to the ProSport team after a 16-year break. He debuted in the press in 1992 at the newspaper Ora (1992-1994). After two years, he moved to Gazeta Sporturilor (1994-1995), … read more

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