Live the era of Leo Messi in first person, a privilege

In a journalistic text is a so much dared use the first person. But the occasion deserves it. Messi fulfils 30 years, seven more than the author of these lines that you is reading. Have lived -or be living, better said- the era of Leo is to feel a privileged. There is not more.

It were 11 years old when a left-handed player, with mane, menudito and introvertido decided to marvel to the Camp Nou for the first time with a vaselina subtle, fine, elegant. Perfecta. It was the start of a dynasty: the one of Leo Messi.

"But this boy has an atrevimiento incredible. If it keeps growing like this we will have a brutal pair with Ronaldinho", espetó any of my neighbours in the Camp Nou. The history prevented us enjoy of these two titanes at the same time, or perhaps like this was the best way so that the Argentinian exploded.

Since to date I have had the feeling to live something only every time that go to the Coliseo culé. When it receives the balloon begins the whisper in the terracing. The palomitas plant under the seat, the conversations detain , the cameras prepare the flash. Something goes to occur. The rival is loomed. In this indescifrable brain is designing a perversion that will explode of joy to 100.000 people.

Messi, something extraordinary

I have not seen in my life some so delivered fans to a sportsman. The devotion carried to the extreme maximum. This awake Messi in the small, adults and elderly. All coincide in the same: it is the best.

The eslalones from the right to the interior, the vertical assistances that only he sees, the dribblings without florituras more effective of the history, the simpleza in the game -or the capacity to do that it seem it-. All this is Messi, that besides has the gift to mark goals like the one who goes to buy the bread. An astounding ease to annotate targets that, in more than an occasion, would be difficult to emulate in a video game.

I have been the day that surpassed to Zarra, that night of the 5 goals in Champions, the day that broke to Boateng, all the nights that has drilled the goal of the Madrid... Only I lost me the work of art in front of the Getafe -has noses, truth?-. The future still is for writing. And knowing to Leo, will be a bestseller