In the neighborhood called Grandoli of the city of rosary beads, place where the Messi boy began to play football, a unanimous cry is heard: Messi is ours! The fans of Newell’s Old Boys, first important team to which Leo belonged, they also claim that Messi is ours! Even the fans of Central, and the entire city of Rosario and its province of Santa Fe they shout louder than ever today, Messi is ours!
Messi is Argentine, the Argentines shout. Messi is ours, they say with good reason. Today he is captain of the Argentine national team and soul of the Argentine national team, picking up the relay of Diego Armando Maradona. How can it not be yours?
Leo Messi crosses the ocean and begins a meteoric career in Barcelona. Messi is ours !, the fans of the Catalans shout, but also the citizens of Barcelona, and the Catalans in general. Messi begins to give master classes in the Camp Nou, and thus it becomes something as Barcelona as Catalan as it is Spanish. Spain it is a cry. If Messi has spent 21 years of his career in this country, Messi is ours!
The same day that Messi announces his departure from Barcelona, it is rumored that he Paris Saint-Germain walk in his footsteps, and everything Paris cry to heaven Messi is ours!
It is what idols have, they pass through so many hands, the poor, that they end up being groped. They are dolls in the hands of children, each one pulling to one side. All France Now he is claiming possession over Leo Messi. Of course, Messi is ours, the French shout in perfect French. In fact, there is already talk of changing the name of their national anthem, and starting to call it La Messillesa. How many times will Leo Messi have regretted being what he is, especially these days? I imagine a few.
Poor Leo, he doesn’t know that I’m his only true friend. I am very fond of this guy who talks softly. I’m going to miss him a lot, although luckily he stops mercilessly drilling into the goal of the team I love. In short, you are all wrong and it is not yours. Messi is mine.