Seeing the sunset of someone you have admired is very painful. The myth falters, despite knowing that the passage of time will re-order all the memories. Seeing Leo Messi’s impotence on the pitch is shocking. Every lost ball is a fibula. Every wrong dribbling a grimace. He is no longer the ubiquitous footballer who ruled matches on foot, the most decisive player in the area without being a striker, the man who has best understood the space-time relationship in this sport.
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