Ah, What a goal 
Just as Zaragoza had slowly got themselves back into the game somewhat.
Zlatan’s getting into some wonderful positions tonight.
Messi is already, by a distance, the best player I’ve ever seen. And there is the potential of so much more to come too. I wonder if he’ll take the World Cup by storm this year. That would truly seal his greatness at a ridiculously early age.
Christ, this game is back on!
That Messi fella is alright alright. Tis lucky Barca have him cos that tall big nosed fella up front is fair shite for them.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Ibra the charity case :lol:
Sensational yet again by Messi there.
Fucking hell that was some performance from Messi.
Barca were very poor at the back and they were two very straightforward long balls but none of that really matters.
Messi is on a different planet to everyone else at the moment. That was ridiculously good.
Ha - Kluivert’s giddy in the studio after watching that. What a player Messi is. What a player.
“I think yes. I do actually. I think yes…” and a huge grin on his face.
I think another thing to take out of that is that Messi has added the traditional bustling British centre forward role to his game, typified in the past by the likes of John Toshack. One of the best headers of the ball in the world game. Another string to his bow. He’s also taking an hour a day to formulate policies to sort out Argentina’s economic problems, and a fine job of it he’s doing too.
Sid Lowe in The Guardian on the greatest player in the history of football:
Man … Superman … Leo Messi
Barcelona’s talisman is so sensationally good at the moment that comparisons with football’s greatest players are wholly justified
It’s not big and it’s not clever but sometimes swearing is the only thing that will do. Sometimes you’ve used up every other word and nothing else quite hits the spot. You’ve rummaged round the back of the sofa, rifled through the drawers, turned out your pockets and still come up empty. Pep Guardiola insisted that he was clean out of adjectives and frankly so was everyone else. Spain was suffering a severe shortage of superlatives last night. The Catalan newspaper Sport invited readers to send in headlines for what they had just witnessed and there were plenty of super, sensational and sublimes, some magic, magnificent and marvellouses, wows and wonderfuls, plus deities by the dozen, and even a Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, but still there was no way to really do it justice. No polite way anyway. Just wide eyes, a wider mouth and a simple: holy shit!
What they had witnessed would have been one of the most brilliant performances imaginable from Leo Messi but for one thing: you would never have imagined it. He was unbebloodylievable. The milk. The consecrated bread. The dog’s dingly-danglies.
It was a performance that started off well, got better in the middle, and by the end was barely believable. One that left you feeling exhausted just watching it, full of ridiculously good touches. It got better and better and better and when you thought it couldn’t get any better it got better again. One that went from Crikey to Bloody Hell to Oh my God to Now, you’re really taking the mickey. Only Messi wasn’t taking the mickey, he was just playing football – the way he plays football. The way no one else has played football. Maybe ever before.
“I’m not sure he’s human,” said the Zaragoza playmaker Ander Herrera of Messi’s display in their 4-2 defeat. “Tonight, I saw Diego Maradona,” declared the Real Zaragoza coach José Aurelio Gay, “but at more revs per minute. There are no words left to describe him – he is interplanetary. We could have beaten Barcelona but we could never have beaten Leo Messi. If we had scored four, he would have scored 12.”
He didn’t get 12, he got three. For his first trick, Messi headed Barcelona into the lead. For his second trick he won the ball near the halfway line, dashed through, the ball never leaving his foot, stepped round three challenges, left Matteo Contini on his backside, and hit a low shot into the net. And for his hat-trick, he curled in a beauty from the edge of the area. Then he produced a bit of barely plausible skill inside the Zaragoza penalty area, flicking over one man and stepping beyond another, before being pulled down for a penalty. It would have been his fourth only he got up, dusted himself off and handed the ball to Zlatan Ibrahimovic instead. “Well,” Messi shrugged, “Zlatan needed it.”
He certainly did. If Messi has scored the unscoreable, the Swede, who had scored only once this year, had missed the unmissable. No wonder everyone went weak at the knees. He’s a genius – and so generous too! He’d done the truly impossible – scored three and made Ibrahimovic score too.
He was, insisted Carles Ruipérez in La Vanguardia, “Unbelievable. Unrivalled. Unrepeatable. Spectacular. Marvellous. Wonderful. Genial. Incredible.” “Messi is the God of football,” declared Sport. “Stratospheric. Magical. Divine. Generous. Extraordinary.” “ET,” ran the headline inside, “was born in Rosario and plays in Barcelona.” “Brutal,” added El Mundo Deportivo. On the inside, they were recalling the famous Ronaldo goal against Compostela – one so insultingly good it had Bobby Robson pacing back and forth on the touchline, head in hands muttering: “I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it!” and the Compostela players threatening to sue for damages. “Maradona + Ronaldo,” ran the equation “= Messi”. El País called him “infinity”, while El Mundo reserved for him a “place amongst the greatest”.
Speaking of the greatest, even Marca, the newspaper who decided to ignore Messi’s brilliance against Stuttgart on Wednesday by splashing on the breaking news that Muhammad Ali is a legend, found a place for him on their cover. Near the bottom, but on the cover nonetheless, with the headline “Super Messi”. “Maradona, here’s your son,” it said inside. AS too gave Messi big billing – just above a Rafa van der Vaart explaining that just because he controlled the ball with his hands it doesn’t mean he handballed it. “Messi,” said the paper, “is from another world!”
All of which might seem a bit over the top for a hat-trick against the side that conceded six against Real Madrid and lie just three points above the relegation zone. Late last night, on the ape-house shouting-fest that is Punto Pelota, Pedro Pablo San Martín turned on his fellow guests, accusing them of “popping Viagra”, shouting: “Stop going on about him all the time! It’s only Zaragoza!”
Only, it’s not. And that is the point. It’s not only Zaragoza, it’s everyone else too. It’s every game. For Barcelona, at least. One of the incredible things about Messi is how rarely he disappoints. In fact, it’s tempting to conclude that he has made the ridiculous so routine that he doesn’t get talked about as much as deserves; playing perfectly is hardly news. It was not just Zaragoza, it was the fact that Messi has now scored two La Liga hat-tricks in a row, after an astonishingly brilliant three against Valencia last week. It was the fact that, until he handed the ball to Ibrahimovic, he had scored Barcelona’s last nine goals. It was the display against Stuttgart that prompted Christian Gross to admit: “Comparing him to Maradona is perfectly licit now.” It was the eight in a week. The 11 in five games. The free-kick against Almería – so subtle, so stupidly soft you wonder if he was wearing slippers. And playing with a balloon. The 25 in the league already, the 34 in all competitions.
It’s not just the goals either. When it comes to the inevitable and often tedious comparisons with Cristiano Ronaldo, one of the things that is often said about Messi is that he is not as complete. Earlier this season the pro-Real Madrid newspaper Marca asked the man who had just published a glossy, club-sponsored biography of Ronaldo to do a comparison of Ronaldo and Messi in the midst of its campaign to beatify the Portuguese – and get pictures of him with his top off on their cover as often as possible. Surprise, surprise, Ronaldo won. He scored higher than Messi in heading, speed, shooting, leadership, physical condition, and free-kicks and penalties, scoring the same in technique and passing.
It was not a now conclusion. In England too Ronaldo is invariably described as more complete than Messi – stronger, faster, bigger, more athletic. But aren’t they all part of the same package, an obsession with physical strength? Isn’t that a pretty incomplete reading of complete? Last season Messi scored twice as many Champions League goals with half as many shots. This season, Messi is the league’s top scorer with 10 more than Ronaldo, has provided more assists than anyone else (Ronaldo is not in the top 20) and has completed more passes than any other attacker. He hasn’t even taken any penalties.
Yes, they were acting like they were on Viagra. But, no, it wasn’t just Zaragoza. It is everything Messi has done throughout his career. The 79 goals in 129 games. The two European Cups and three league titles. If he was not already the best player in the world in his first three seasons – 30 goals in 60 games – it’s because of injury. Every season, he missed at least 10 matches. But when he played there were special moments. That unbelievable hat-trick against Real Madrid. That Getafe goal. The pair of destructions of Atlético Madrid. The naturalness with which he took over from Ronaldinho – every bit as much the messiah but not such a naughty boy.
You always felt he was just an injury-free season away from being the best. Last season he got it. Last season he got 38. The top scorer’s award in the Champions League. The goal in the Champions League final. And the World Club Cup final. And the two in what was effectively the league final – the historic 6-2 against Real Madrid at the Santiago Bernabéu, when he was described as “Maradona, Cruyff, and Best rolled into one”. As well as the Copa sublime hat-trick that knocked Atlético out of the Cup and saw the Vicente Calderón hand him a standing ovation.
It is everything Messi has done and how he has done it. It is the sheer stupidness of his talent, the ohmygoddidyoujustseewhathedid? about him. The fact that he gets hacked at and somehow keeps on running, that he’d be like a Weeble only he hardly ever even wobbles. That the ball, to use the old cliché, really does seem to be tied to his feet. He doesn’t even seem to kick it most of the time: like a faithful dog, it just runs alongside him. That he’s like the kid in the under-10s team that picks the ball up, runs rings round everyone and scores; that he is exactly the kid he was when he was a kid. That he goes from 0-60 in no time and from 60-0 again in even less – what was so stunning about his goal against Valencia last weekend was how suddenly he stopped, sending the defender screeching by like a cartoon character off a cliff.
It is that last night his president Joan Laporta announced that Messi is the best player in Barcelona’s history – and it didn’t sound completely ridiculous. Premature, yes. Exaggerated, probably. But not completely ridiculous. Yes, Messi has more to win in order to prove it – although he has already won more than George Best ever did and more European Cups than Diego Maradona. Yes, he still has to achieve things to make his case watertight, particularly with Argentina. But how could it be otherwise? After all, for all the sublime touches, the goals, the assists and the win-it-on-his-own performances, perhaps the most ridiculous thing of all is that Leo Messi is still only 22.
Talking points
Wasn’t going to talk about Barcelona this week but let’s face it, how could we not. So, here’s the rest of the Week 27 talking points.
Real Madrid beat Sporting Gijón 3-1 at the Santiago Bernabéu after going behind to a thumping David Barral goal. As briefly touched upon in the column above, the goal came after Van der Vaart controlled the ball with his hands – yes both of them, like a volleyball player teeing it up – before finishing. After the game, he admitted with a sheepish grin that it hit his hands but someone clearly got to him in the meantime because today he says that doesn’t make it a handball. What no one noticed was that it was never a free-kick in the first place. Ronaldo’s shot came back off the goalie to score but he mostly spent the game blasting in pointless shots from pointless positions. He didn’t score. Gonzalo Higuaín did.
Manolo Jiménez’s Sevilla have now been knocked out of the Champions League twice in a week – first by CSKA Moscow and now by Espanyol. A pathetic 2-0 defeat has seen them slip to fifth as they continue their slide, with Mallorca overtaking them and moving into fourth after a thumping of Atlético in a jam-packed Son Moix*. Lose to Xerez in midweek and Jiménez’s unfeasibly large testicles could well be for the chop. [*One part of that sentence was a lie; see if you can guess which one].
Athletic Bilbao blew their chance of climbing above Sevilla too when they could only draw 2-2 with Getafe, thanks to two very spawny Getafe goals. It didn’t help that Pablo Orbaiz was sent off again. A few weeks ago he got a red card for pulling someone’s hair; this time it was for booting someone in the goolies.
Good to see the curse still working (and apologies if Messi suddenly turns rubbish). Valladolid won their first game under Onésimo Sánchez and are three points from safety now. Mind you, it was against a Depor side who have really started to fall apart.
Juanma Lillo lost at last – to a very impressive Valencia side. Trouble is, Valencia’s games, while entertaining (unlike just about everyone else’s), feel a bit irrelevant. They should now be safe in a Champions League place but they are 18 points behind Madrid and Barcelona.
Pennant watch. And he did watch, just like everyone else.
Results: Xerez 2–1 Tenerife, Athletic 2–2 Getafe, Espanyol 2–0 Sevilla, Mallorca 4–1 Atlético, Valencia 2–0 Almería, Deportivo 0–2 Valladolid, Real Madrid 3–1 Sporting, Málaga 2-0 Villarreal, Osasuna 1–3 Racing, Zaragoza 2–4 Barcelona
He certainly did. If Messi has scored the unscoreable, the Swede, who had scored only once this year, had missed the unmissable. No wonder everyone went weak at the knees. He’s a genius – and so generous too! He’d done the truly impossible – scored three and made Ibrahimovic score too.
:lol:
Its just a shame Eto didn’t stay for another season or two with him.
Zlatan’s scored more domestic and Champions League goals that Eto’o this season. As Pep said in this morning’s press conference, he’s nearing top form again now after all those niggly injuries so I look forward to seeing him dovetail with the precocious small man from Argentina.
Yeah they’ll be just like Georgie Kinkladze and Niall Quinn then.
he’s played more games hasn’t he?
Anyway its about suitable styles. Eto suits Messi more.
No, Zlatan’s played 2 league games less and scored 5 more domestic goals. Eto’o’s goal against Chelsea was his first Champions League goal this season.
Different leagues, incomparable in terms of goals scored.
Regardless, Eto is a better player.