For you | Goal.com Spain

For you, who for fifteen years have grudged the man everyone loves and admires, because his football is a legacy of humanity. For you, who insisted on prefabricating an artificial debate orchestrated out of envy, when in reality there was never any debate or comparison with anyone who won’t admit it. For you, who filled your mouth and said that Messi could never be the greatest of all time because he missed a World Cup that he won on merit, when he least expected it, at 35 years old and without the speed of old, but with a left foot immortal that has given us every happiness, we come from the country we come from and we have the team we have. For you.

For you, who uniquely compared someone to every neighbor’s son who wore the team jersey that must always appear in the picture, civil or criminal, because if it isn’t, their televangelists kick their chest like babies. For you, who made up a fake speech, made covers and filled in meetings, asked yourself who was the greatest of all time, now that you know, go out “brown” with the chorus that it’s very hard to name eras and players comparable . For you, who every day have killed the reputation of the man Maradona has been, using Diego as a throwing weapon, with the sole purpose of crushing the one who received Maradona’s inheritance and sublimating it with as much brilliance as regularity. For you.

For you, who continues to deny that a man who has won the World Cup, the Copa América, the Champions League, the Cup, six Golden Boots and seven Ballon d’Ors is the best. For you, those Di Stéfano, Pelé, Cristiano and even Chitalu stutter, as if there was no Wi-Fi in the moral cave you live in to verify that the data is final and does not lie. For you, who chilled the champagne by repeating that Messi would never win a World Cup, because he was not a leader, because he lowered his head, hid and was a ‘cold chest’. For you, to whom you tell, to those who still have a stomach, that Messi does not appear at key moments, when he has scored in the group stage, round of 16, quarter-finals, semi-finals and final. For you, who say they always lay a red carpet for Leo, when he won a Champions League against Cristiano, a Copa América against Neymar and a World Cup against Mbappé. For you.

For you pretending to be Spanish very Spanish and very much Spanish when the truth is you were messing with Brazil and after the reality check you had more selections than neurons making you Mexican, Polish, Australian, Croatian and even French, to avoid what you knew was inevitable. For you, who begged Benzema to become world champion, of ‘Masterchef’ and of ‘La Voz Kid’, while you became an unconditional fan of Souttar, Van Gaal, Pepe and every living creature that put a stick in the Argentine wheel, with as long as Leo didn’t raise the nice glass he aspired to and deserved. For you.

For you, who talks about knowing how to win when you don’t know how to lose, who is worthy to demand ethics and values ​​from Argentines, forgetting that you were always a moral pimp, who drools over the famous flag of the finger that be the way. For you, who live off the mud, the campaign, the prejudice and the conspiracy, fabricating tendentious arbitrations and buying World Cups, because you believe that your triumphs are always spotless and the rest always spotless. For you, who made up and sold the great lie of the debate with CR7, when he was always several bodies behind Messi, is and will be. For you, who lived in success and thought you were going to dance the samba with ‘Vini Elliot’, celebrated Spain’s elimination and thought Messi would be the disappointment of the World Cup. For you, who lost the shame that you still don’t know, while you begged Mbappé to save football, when you killed him in public days ago for making fun of the team and the president that no one can laugh at. For you, who denied the greatest, made yourself smaller every day. For you, who fooled yourself for years into thinking that this wonderful story would not have a happy ending. For you.

Reuben Uria