How to evaluate Messi in the most concise words?

If I give you a flower seed, I believe you can make it bloom all over the mountains and fields; if I give you a small sail, I believe you can make it travel all over the mountains and rivers; if I give you a heart lamp, I believe you can make it shine all over the earth. However, I can’t give you, and I won’t give you these, because you are moving forward with the most beautiful posture, and will light up the most brilliant fireworks in the sky.
Never give up like you.
I can’t forget your last performance in this year’s World Cup. Although the result was tragic, you were still wonderful. No one will forget that you played in the game with illness, looking for opportunities to score again and again, and never gave up even at the last moment. I can’t forget the courage to go to the court in September even if you were injured, and you always couldn’t wait to return to the court and be your own flea. I can’t forget the hard battle with Brazil a month ago. We will not forget that when the game was about to end hastily, it was you who blew the horn of counterattack and flew with the Pampas Eagle. I can’t forget…

You are a person with a strong belief
. You have never chosen not to believe in anything. We are the same. We believe in you. When you were a child, your belief supported you to believe that you could play well because you knew that this road was chosen by you and you were willing to pay for it. When you grow up, your belief still leads you to keep moving forward because you always believe that Barcelona makes you grow and your teammates make you great. What is belief? I thought about it for a long time but didn’t understand it. Now I understand it because of you. Belief is a mountain and a shore. When the storm comes, we hide in the valley and wait for the weather to clear. Because of belief, we bravely cross the turbulent strait until we reach the warm shore.

You are blooming in a low profile. I
particularly like what your father said: My child, you are no longer a genius. I don’t want anyone to praise you to the sky in the future, but I hope you can lower your profile and climb to the sky step by step with hard work and sweat. You are an obedient child. You follow your father’s instructions and move forward step by step. Before you become famous, you work hard alone in the corner; after you are full of honors, you just smile humbly and thank all those who help you. You did it. You exchanged your hard work and sweat for the most beautiful paradise. Freeze your brilliance at the moment of scoring a goal, because you know that your most brilliant brilliance is when you point your hands to the sky and the whole audience cheers…
I can only capture your most ordinary little things, because no matter how great it is, it is the most ordinary in your eyes. Do you know? These ordinary yet extraordinary little things are gathering bit by bit into an unstoppable force, and we always believe that it will lead you to a beautiful tomorrow. Nothing can stop you from moving forward. The future is still long. The fireworks in the sky are waiting for you to light up, because that is your light, the unique light. This light illuminates the direction of progress when you are at a loss, rekindles your confidence when you are frustrated, and supports you with strong arms when you are in pain.
Thank you for letting me know you in the summer of 2010, and letting me start to pay attention to this field that I once didn’t want to pay attention to. I am familiar with your legend. You are you, the only Messi in the world who regards football as life. Life is a ladder of dreams. Because you never give up, it extends to the moment when your dream comes true; life is a sea of ​​the soul. You are full of love, you appreciate the magnificence of the ebb and flow; the future is a seed in spring. Because you are determined to move forward, you wait for the splendor of spring flowers.
I want to praise you with countless gorgeous words, but I find that no matter how elegant the words are, they are not suitable for you, because you are the most ordinary but extraordinary Messi, the Messi who only uses football to prove himself and never argues with others, the Messi who hides his sadness with a smile on his face. That i want to give you all our love, so that you have full courage, and I want to lend you a pair of wings so that you can travel far away. I never expected to see you in person, I just want to watch you from afar, in a corner of the earth. You don’t have to know that I exist, I just hope you believe that we love you.

Thank you for being there in 2010. You let me know that a person can move his heart like this. I cried with you when you were frustrated, and looked to the future with you after crying; I cheered with you when you succeeded, and kept my feet on the ground with you after the joy. 2010 is coming to an end. Whether it was a failure or a success, it will all pass. The footsteps of 2011 are getting closer, and we know that you are opening your heart to welcome this new year. We welcome tomorrow just like you. The future is full of hope, and the challenges will not stop.

But we will continue to believe that you will not stop moving forward. Even if you stumble, you will just stand up and continue to move forward. Because you know that there is a cluster of fireworks waiting for you to light up in the dark sky. You keep working hard, hoping that you can light up the bright fireworks. Even a little bit of fire is the power to light up the fireworks. Even the small match in the girl’s hand can illuminate the most incomparable future. When night
falls, the street scene with lights on is not as bright as the dawn at this moment. I saw the sky was full of brilliance, with dots of light gathering together. Know that was the agreement between you and your teammates, to meet in this quiet night sky, bringing us a full view of twinkling. I saw that the night sky at this moment was as bright as day, and it was you who bravely flew forward, getting closer to the fire rope of the fireworks, and then ignited the fire rope together with other stars. Then the fireworks in the sky bloomed together, bringing the most wonderful and romantic to the quiet night. Then the fireworks in the sky bloomed together

Messi, the idol of the times!
In this era, idols are the most lacking. We are helpless and sad to wander in the multiple and impure spiritual world. The temptation of material desires and the utilitarian life trajectory are mixed with vulgar and boring low-level culture. The disordered value standards make the individual’s life direction blurred and hesitant. The lack of aesthetic taste makes the communication between people simple and tasteless.

Perhaps the charm of sports may change some situations, especially football as the number one sport. Strength, technology, art, team, victory, honor, battle, heroism, there are so many elements for us to feel life, experience the truest and most beautiful human nature, and produce the most spiritual pleasure. No matter from which angle we appreciate it, there is a side that we like.

Messi’s appearance carries too many elements. He is the king of Camp Nou and the spokesperson of Barcelona. Barcelona’s artistic football, the modest and low-key personality charm of Barcelona players, and Barcelona’s purpose, “not just a team”, are all well reflected in him. A sincere smile, a simple and healthy life, a hardworking professional spirit, and a broad mind. When others are busy seeking pleasure, after the sun and the sea wash away their fatigue, he chooses to go to Haiti and Panama to bring comfort, assistance, and hope to people who are materially deprived and spiritually poor. Because he is Messi, a messenger sent by God, he has no choice but to become the image ambassador of UNICEF . It is undeniable that he is making money and doing advertising, but this is the premise of his helping others and the reward he deserves.

Many people are involuntarily fascinated by this kind-hearted boy, perhaps because of his superb skills, perhaps because of his pure heart, or perhaps because of their own standards. I don’t know why Schumacher and Kobe like him, and I don’t want to know the reasons and motives of Maradona, Cruyff , and Guardiola for praising him, but it is undeniable that more and more people regard him as an object of love and idol.

But what is even more unreasonable is that so many people have expressed strong hatred and disgust for him. Is it their true inner thoughts? Is it because of their position as fans? As a rational person, I really can’t find a reasonable explanation, but if it is just a tendency, without any rational, objective standards, just a venting of emotions between fans, a self-construction of a virtual existence on the Internet, a topic debate during boring time, I can still understand it.

But some extremely vicious words make people feel extremely uncomfortable, I don’t understand. No one is perfect, and Messi certainly has some shortcomings, but the flaws do not cover the merits. Why should we magnify some problems that are not problems? Of course it is a motivation problem, so let’s not talk about it. Don’t care about the misleading, false information spread by some people under the influence of their dark psychology, and the ugly human nature that tramples on and destroys beauty.

Our children need beauty and idols. As pure sports enthusiasts and ordinary people full of expectations for life, we need to set up a healthy idol. He is the gift from God to us – Messi!
Even though he is a foreigner, a 23-year-old child,
it doesn’t matter.

Four years ago, I encountered your eyes by chance thousands of miles away. Since then, I can no longer get rid of your bloody curse.
——Inscription
Four years have passed. The trivial things in my memory have been blown away like fallen flowers. However, some beautiful things that should be remembered seem to have been blown away by the years.
In fact, I have always wondered why the German flames that burned all over the world four years ago have not been able to ignite my passion that has been dormant for more than ten years. At that time, I was graduating from elementary school. The overwhelming green passion did not move me much. Instead, it was not as heartbreaking as watching the Chinese team fighting hard on the land of Japan and South Korea in the second grade. Under the dual pressure of elementary school and junior high school, I even felt a little lost.
However, the tiger in my heart has never been willing to hide in the silence reflected by the clear leak for a long time.
It was June 2006, a group match of the German World Cup, Argentina vs. Serbia and Montenegro. At that time, I knew very little about football, so I only watched it for a while after my parents were clamoring for five crazy goals. However, it was thanks to these short ten minutes that I really witnessed another extraordinary talent, who was stunningly born in the world of football. It
was not until a few years later, when I became a real fan, that I knew that the childish boy who came on as a substitute in the 75th minute and completed the last shot of the game at a small angle in the 88th minute had become a main player of the La Liga giant Barcelona at the age of 19. I am glad that I had foresight. When I was not obsessed with football and the child was not famous, I vaguely foresaw that this Argentine golden boy who came out of La Masia
would shine in the world in the future. The group stage was over. The golden boy turned to face the camera and casually showed a childlike smile, innocent and clear like the clear clouds and blue mist over the Pampas, but there was always an unspoken domineering look between his eyebrows.
Yes, he was still a kid who was only a few years older than us.
But he silently announced the arrival of his era, reigning at Camp Nou.
His name is Messi. Lionel Messi, the spirit of the innocence of the Pampas
and the blood of Catalonia. I have always regretted why I only picked up my long-lost enthusiasm when the storm on the green field of South Africa began to sweep the world. But I did miss the best time. Needless to say, the charming debut of the 2005-06 season, the crazy six-crown season in the 2008-09 season, that was the peak moment worth savoring for many fans. In the war-torn years of 2008 and 2009, I don’t know how many people stayed up all night for the belief of the red and blue.

Unprecedented success, ideals and dreams bloomed brilliantly over the Iberian Peninsula, and the red and blue dream made the whole of Catalonia intoxicated. The perfect combination of technical and artistic styles has created a new milestone in the history of football, and the new king of Camp Nou standing on this milestone is just the shy smiling child.
The child naturally reached the top of world football in December of that year with an overwhelming advantage: World Footballer of the Year.
It was a glorious moment. If it were any other person, they might become more rebellious amidst the flowers and praises. However, the child always keeps that smile, just like a blooming lotus, humbly lowering his head under the gaze of the scorching sun, and devoting all his energy to the longer and more difficult road ahead.
The bright red sepia flowers spread out magnificently on the Pampas grassland, and behind the silence is a style full of fighting spirit and blood.
Messi should be full of confidence at this time. The first peak of his career can inject endless fresh motivation into the child. He is still the top striker of Barcelona and Argentina, invincible. Even after joining Villa this summer, he has promoted the development of Barcelona’s forward trident “MVP”. Even in the absolute enemy Real Madrid on the Iberian Peninsula, this phenomenal player has become a “giant” praised by them: there will only be one in the next hundred years (Mourinho’s words).
However, no matter how fast the river flows, it will always encounter nine beaches and eighteen bends, and its fate will be ups and downs, deep and unpredictable.
The so-called Messi’s performance in the Argentina national team is not as good as Barcelona, ​​and Xihei’s remarks are not entirely credible. But on the bleak night of July 3 this year, no matter whether it was radical or calm, countless people around the world sang the song “Don’t cry for me, Argentina” that was enough to make the entire South Africa World Cup lose its soul. Like a requiem, it quietly soothes every sad heart. Of course, it is not just A fans. The super popularity gathered by the battle between Ader and Adriano was shattered in front of the almost all distracted Argentine players.

The fascist bombardment of the German tanks completely shattered the only remaining and the most beautiful dream of the king of the world cup. We saw the unbridled and arrogant evil spirit on the faces of those young fighters, tearing the ethereal dreams on the La Plata River; Merkel’s face could not hide the excitement, but it was full of hatred to attack our last fragile psychological defense line. And the king of Argentina, he was confused. After the game, he was the only one standing alone on the empty stadium. What kind of helplessness and helplessness! He deliberately turned his back to the camera, but at that moment, the bitterness and tears in his heart were sprinkled all over the stars. What a blood-red tragedy under the setting sun.

Some people say that the children almost disappeared in the game, resulting in the weakness of the Argentine striker. I don’t want to comment too much on professional issues such as the mediocrity of the midfield and the loopholes in the back line. I just want to express one thing: playing every game, leading the team to the quarter-finals with a perfect record, and even giving 200% effort to an insignificant group match, his physical strength was already a bit exhausted; he caught a bad cold two days before the game, and his condition in all aspects was affected to a certain extent.

What can you still ask for perfection in an objective sense? The child always has deep feelings for his motherland, so that such a pure La Masia-made genius has never been willing to join the Spanish nationality. He tried his best, he is the absolute spiritual leader and technical core of the team. However, the absent-mindedness of his teammates and the spiritual victory of Lao Ma ruthlessly destroyed the best gift for his 23rd birthday. He is just a child, but the child is under such great pressure at the age when ordinary people should just enter the society. He should be like the Pampas Eagle, soaring freely in his best youth, and being a happy and free self. However, from this game where he was powerless and surrendered, what we saw was only deep resentment, bitterness, and the loneliness of being in a high place.
The broken-winged Pampas eagle drew a graceful arc of fall on the desolate sky.
The blood-red sapphires withered wantonly.
The road to success for a child with a bad fate is unimaginably difficult. He entered the football world at the age of five and was hailed as a genius and the hope of Argentina. However, at the age of eleven, he was looked down upon by everyone because of his congenital hormone deficiency. Fortunately, with his God-given talent and the scouts’ insight into talent, he was able to enter La Masia, the top youth training camp in Europe of the Spanish Barcelona Club. After countless times of hard work and efforts beyond ordinary people, he was selected for the Barcelona first team at the age of seventeen. After several years of hard work, he finally grew into the core of the team and the top player in the football world. Fate is not always smooth sailing.

It can make you shine with the most attractive splendor in a certain place and fully demonstrate your own value, or it can make you fall hard in the same place, taking away all the halo surrounding you, leaving only the most substantial blankness in life. However, it is precisely when the colorful coat is shed that we can see the most essential differences between people. Therefore, some people can suffer a small blow at the peak of their careers and never recover, and fall into the abyss of loss from then on, and there is no recovery. However, Messi was able to get up from the spot and continue to bring new honors to the club and the national team.

Even if there are occasional small twists and turns, he still responds calmly. On the surface, he seems to be a lovely and sunny boy, humble and gentle, but his heart has never been truly weak. The Pampas and Catalonia not only taught him to have a broad mind like the sea and the sky, but also brought him passion, a Latin American tango-style wildness and Mediterranean flamenco-style unruly. That kind of madness embodies an artistic bloodiness.
Of course, he will always be the child who always eats lollipops and makes countless fans fall in love with him. The innocence and naturalness of that child’s nature also destined him to take a pure football path. However, who can easily think of the other side of the child’s character? As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. He will always have that kind of primitive and fearless bloodiness.
To charge bravely on the battlefield and to sing a sad song in the face of failure, and then to raise your head and continue to fight, is the same kind of blood, which is the virtue that our society truly demands.
Argentina’s blue and white, plus Barcelona’s red and blue, form the red, blue and white tricolor. That is the eternal color of the bloody Pampas. An eagle spreads its wings and soars under the white clouds of the plateau, with the sound of the blue waves of the Mediterranean surging below and a flaming sun bursting out in the distance. That is the new starting point for the future king of football, and the truest interpretation of the bloody Pampas, and the most high-profile return.
My child, Messi, I am with you. Vamos Barca, vamos Argentina.

Win or lose, you stay there and never give up. Advance or not, you smile calmly and never give in.

How to evaluate you has long been a hot topic. After every game, there are always many people who “spoil” you too much, always want you to be perfect, and give you all kinds of “opinions” and “suggestions”. Shouldn’t you be thankful that you have such a group of perfectionist “fans” who always hold a “magnifying glass” to help you find all kinds of shortcomings? Shouldn’t you be thankful that your potential has been “recognized” by so many people?

Maybe I am too easy to satisfy, always thinking that you deserve to win applause for almost being present in all games except when you were injured; maybe I am too easy to be content, watching you work hard to steal and break through, I feel that you have a clear conscience; maybe I am too easy to feel distressed, occasionally seeing you “walking” on the court or patting your clothes and standing up after being violated by the opponent again and again, I feel that you are just a 23-year-old child; maybe I am too easily moved, seeing you happily hug your teammates whether it is assists or goals or these two have nothing to do with you, I feel that nothing matters anymore…

It is difficult to be a human being, it is even more difficult to be a good person, and it is even more difficult to be a good person known all over the world. Shouldn’t you be relieved that you have done all of these?

When Argentina’s results were not good, you were blamed, as if football was no longer a matter for 11 people, as if all the failures depended on you alone, as if you were not working hard enough, as if you were not domineering enough, as if you were not lucky enough, as if you were not strong enough… When Barcelona lost or drew or even failed to win by a large margin, it seemed that you were the key to all the problems, as if your downturn affected the performance of the whole team.

As if your fatigue slowed down the speed of attack, as if your “independence” made it impossible to rewrite the score, as if your lack of dominance could not change the result… Argentina and Barcelona’s results were dazzling enough, you were still the problem, as if this time it was because of why you couldn’t have more beautiful and sharp dribbling and long-distance raids, why you couldn’t instigate more attacks, why you couldn’t score more goals, why you couldn’t help your teammates pass a few more beautiful assists…

Do you want to see or ignore these comments that are never satisfied with you? Should you be glad if you see them, because your words in an interview, “Maybe this is my limit, and my condition may decline after reaching the limit”, were denied by “fans” with another kind of “expectation” and “criticism”? Will you work harder to repay the “fans” who are full of hope for you after seeing these comments?