Iâll throw it out to the forum
Lionel Messi is a devout Catholic who has enjoyed the company Pope Francis.
Bless him.
How often does Messi go to mass?
Does he wear a scapular?
Was he an altar boy?
More than Baggio the Buddhist.
Baggio is a spiritual person, although of the wrong type.
Messi comes across as a heathen.
Barcelona was a citadel of godless communism during the Spanish civil war .
Roberto all day.
Even if he was a heathen heâd be forgiven a judgement day by Jesus for his devotion.
Much like a Provisional IRA terrorist who has murdered people.
Bobby the Buddhist will be away in the sauna.
Portrait of an icon: Roberto Baggio
It is mid-afternoon on July 17 in Pasadena, California. Italyâs Roberto Baggio is stood motionless in the penalty area, yellow Brazilian shirts swarming around him in frenzied celebration. The strikerâs penalty has landed in the stands of the Rose Bowl. For a moment, football ceases to be a team sport. Baggio is alone against Brazil, alone against football itself. The defining image of Il Divin Codino has been established. It is footballâs iconic moment of individual sorrow.
The World Cup final; footballâs pinnacle. Won 19 times, but only lost once.
Across 19 World Cup finals, 14 European Championship finals and 15 Copa America finals there has been a last moment of glory in each, be it the winning penalty scored or triumphant final whistle sounded. The camera immediately pans to the victors, allowing the defeated team a moment of private sorrow on the most public of stages. Only in 1994 was the loser in focus. Forty-nine finals, a moment of failure bringing down the curtain on only one man.
If history is written by the victors, nothing remembers its losers quite like sport. âIt affected me for years,â Baggio would write in his autobiography. âIt the worst moment of my career. I still dream about it. If I could erase a moment, it would be that one.â
If a deep sadness had been revealed, it was combined with no little bitterness. âThey had to choose one image from the finals and they chose my mistake. For a change. They wanted a lamb to slaughter and chose me. Forgetting that without me we would never have reached those finals.â Baggio scored 71 of 79 penalties in his career, and six out of seven for Italy. Itâs all about timing.
Being renowned for one incident is understandable, inevitable even. But when that one moment is so negative, and eclipses all else, it becomes damagingly reductive. It is time to redress that balance. Baggio has become European footballâs forgotten genius.
Baggio was a majestic playmaker. He was a Fantasista in the truest sense of the word, his ability making him versatile enough to excel anywhere in the final third. Labelling him with a position became folly, he was one of very few players capable of both creating and finishing chances with the same breath-taking ease. His striking ability, either in open play or from the free-kicks which made him so famous, was exceptional.
Baggioâs dribbling skill and accomplished finishing was like watching Serie A football on double speed mode, the perfect antidote to the leagueâs circumspection during the early 1990s. He was the oasis in an Italian desert. âWith football I have the ability to do things differently,â Baggio said. âThat is why I admire Leonardo da Vinci. He was able to create things other people wouldnât believe in.â Itâs a powerful description, for Baggio was unique, different to anything calcio has produced before or since.
Baggioâs landmark goal, against Czechoslovakia in World Cup â90, demonstrates his powers perfectly. It often seemed as if he was afforded too much space by opposition players, but that misses the point entirely. It was every move of his upper and lower body â every feint, dip and twist â that created time, split-second delays in a defenderâs reaction. In football, time equals space. With Baggio, space meant danger.
Not that the joy of Baggio was purely aesthetic. In 2002, he became the first Italian in 50 years to reach 300 career goals, and he was named World Player of the Year in 1993. He is also the only Italian to score at three different World Cups, and is the joint-highest scorer for the Azzurri at the tournament. Baggio is one of 21 different players in the last 50 years to enjoy the title of the most expensive player in the world.
One of the most iconic Baggio moments came in Italyâs first World Cup match after his missed penalty, against Chile in Bordeaux in June 1998. With seven minutes remaining â and at 2-1 down â Italy were awarded a penalty. Their No. 18 immediately bowed over as if trying forlornly to relieve the pressure. Nothing could redress the balance of Pasadena, but Baggio earned his own personal redemption that day. Having scored the penalty, there was no show of emotion, no visible release. He simply ran back to the half-way line, thinking about a possible late winner. âI killed the ghost,â was Baggioâs subsequent conclusion.
Yet Baggioâs most striking attribute lay not in his honours or style, but his powers of recovery. Having earned a move to Fiorentina at the age of 18, he suffered a cruciate injury that threatened to end his career before it had truly started. âI underwent surgery that was very risky at the time,â Baggio explains. âThey had to drill through my kneecap and reattach all the ligaments with 220 internal stitches.â He was out for almost two years, after re-injuring the same knee nine months later.
If it seems impossible that these issues could be exacerbated any further, think on. Baggio is allergic to powerful painkillers, meaning that his recovery came against the backdrop of excruciating pain. At such times, bodies and minds bend or break. Paul Gascoigne merits pertinent mention.
The temptation is to curse fateâs cruel hand but, actually, the opposite is true. As the Daily Telegraphâs Paul Hayward wrote so beautifully this week, sport has the power to cause intense pain and anger, but also acts as an eternal source of hope. âI held on because of my passion for the game,â is Baggioâs assessment, far more than glib platitude.
It was not just passion but faith that helped Baggio through. It was at this point that he converted to Sokai Gakkai Buddhism, attracted by the principle that pain and struggle would be better countered with inner peace rather that tortuous struggle. Meditation became an integral part of his daily life.
There is a vast gulf between Baggioâs own personality and the worship he received as a player. Preferring to shy away from the spotlightâs glare, he used his notoriety and riches to fund extensive charity work after his retirement in 2004. He was named as a United Nations Goodwill Ambassador in 2002, and awarded the Nobel Man of Peace title in 2010 for his charitable work. âThis is better than the Golden Ball award,â he told Italian news agency Ansa. âCompared with this, other personal and professional achievements pale into insignificance.â
The most remarkable aspect of Baggioâs career is that he never truly recovered from that initial injury. In his autobiography he describes how he was only ever fully fit for two or three games per season, equating the majority of his appearances to âplaying on one-and-a-half legsâ. The most tragic aspect of Baggioâs missed penalty is that it came after two hours of constant pain, ending a month of painkilling injections during which he had dragged the Azzurri through. Being âmatch-fitâ was the impossible dream.
For most players, simply making a living after such troubles would be sufficient, yet Baggio reached the pinnacle of his sport. Former Brescia coach Carlo Mazzone has reasons for bias, but claims a regularly fit Baggio would have become the worldâs greatest player. Itâs a claim easy to dismiss, but impossible to disprove. He ended his career with 220 league goals, one for every stitch in that right knee.
Were this any other player â or anyone of lesser mental strength â this would be a mournful ode, another sporting âwhat ifâ. Serious injuries are footballâs tragic back story, thieving the livelihoods of those too young to cope or readjust. Only Baggioâs natural majesty and strength of character transforms this from a career eulogy to celebration. A beautiful eagle, somehow still soaring with clipped wings.
Baggioâs lasting legacy is one of polarity. He was a flair player with the resolution of a warrior, an invigorating thrill in an era of Italian football when defence was king. He was a player hampered by injury, yet one of one four Italians in over 50 years to be honoured as the worldâs best. He was the staunch Buddhist in a predominantly Roman Catholic culture. He was Italyâs greatest ever player, but one whose defining image is associated with failure. The countryâs most prolific penalty scorer, known most famously for missing one.
There is one affirmation of which all are in accord â Baggio was one of footballâs greatest entertainers. Some players are best described in a few sentences, others demand whole books to reflect the intricacies of their style. When asked to sum up Baggio, former Fiorentina coach Aldo Agroppi nailed it in seven words: âNelle gambe di Baggio cantavano gli angel.â The angels sing in his legs.
Terrorist?
Yes.
Weak bait or not, he has a fish
Andy Reid was better than both of them.
Whatâs your excuse every time you post?
Fucking hell that is terrible. Embarrassing Iâd say.
Iâm not even trying to rattle you pal but itâs so weak at this stage that you obviously feel you need to reply to me, itâs really awful, awful stuff though, try to recoup and come with something better next time.
Better man in a sing song anyway.
Heâd also be a good man to get the personal.
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