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Ronaldo plays wonderful football but to every logical minded person in this world who has some sense of reality - Messi's superiority in the field of football is more than evident. Because he is more than a player and he plays for more than a club. Well, Mr. Wonka, since your insisting I suppose I should tell you. I will outline for you one small aspect of this important comparison that any curious cat will need to know when venturing into the unknown wilderness that is life football. Because, Mr. Wonka, you obviously don't know. Cristiano Ronaldo Lionel Messi There is most obviously a quite distinguishing line between Lionel Messi + Cristiano Ronaldo and other footballers. The likes of Xavi, Iniesta, David Silva and a select few others are the keys to unlocking greatness in the two power houses mentioned above, giving the power and keeping away from the heat. Before the EURO2012 there were two very contrasting performances from both with Messi's maj

To those who thought Spain couldn't make it without their top scorer and beast as top notch defender. To those who doubted Del Bosque's choice of Torres. To those who labelled Germany as the new favorites after yesterday's match. To all the football fans, in every corner of the earth, who thought, even for a second,   "What IF Spain don't win..." To me, To you. I speak for many when I say I haven't seen Spain play so well in a long time - nearly 4 days.   1. When Del Bosque had Torres in the starting line up , I admit my first thought was that it was because Cesc Fabregas had an injury scare during the week. But no one knows the boys better than Bosque. He gave Torres 70minutes and Torres gave him 2 amazing goals. It was wonderful. The best part was that the striker initiative was evident - he was brilliantly smooth in his movements without needing to over complicate anything. Two goals for all the torment and struggle. I felt that Torres was

“12 hours after the game that, the commentators claimed, ended the great Era of FC Barcelona. Other’s claim that this will be the last Pep will see of Barcelona. Near this time last year Pep’s words were, "I will stay one more year and then we will see. If i then lose my passion i'll go home, rest and try to find it again." - Senor Pep Guardiola. In other words, he will not leave for another team. Today I read the most touching article, as a FC Barcelona fan it important for the aiding of the rehabilitation of my heart after the game which slipped through our fingers. Pep’s words today were, "Now, we will have to recover and think about the next season.” His use of the plural pronoun “we” proves that he represents himself together with the team of Barcelona. In short it means he will be staying for the season to come. If this is not the news we may gift a sigh of relief to, what will be? Our coach which art in Barcelona, Guardiola be thy name. Thy era come, thy wil

Football is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. But destiny was fortunate upon the Spanish; immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Power was given to the footballers; great and mighty warriors. And eleven, eleven positions were gifted to FC Barcelona who, above all else, desired true football.  Concerning the football club of Barcelona: Barcelona have been great footballers in the four farthings of the Catalan region for the many years of Guardiola’s reign. Earlier, they were known to be quite content to ignore and be ignored by the world of the Busy Folk – Madrid being, after all, full of strange creatures beyond count. Barcelona seemed of little importance to the heavily populated capital, previously being neither renowned as great warriors, nor counted among the very tall. In fact, it has been remarked by some that a Catalan’s only real passion is for football. A rathe

I catch sight of an object peeping out from a cardboard box in the far corner of my bedroom. It is a tattered white ball. I gently lift it up with the tips of my fingers. It holds the memory of a dream. A dream that fought the world to become a reality.     Our house was not the most fashionable of places, not even in comparison to the rest of the underdeveloped Rosario area. The creamy wallpaper was peeling, the roof of our kitchen leaked and there was nothing that could counter the mould in our bathroom.  At the age of seven I couldn’t quite comprehend what the doctors meant when they told my parents that my brother was in possession of a growth hormone deficiency. I didn’t understand the restless fear that seemed to haunt their faces. I did not understand that this meant that Leo, who lived and breathed for football, could no longer dream. But, I did understand with absolute clarity that my heart was becoming overwhelmed by the sadness surrounding me. So, I decided to do t