The word ‘genius’ is bandied round far too often these days for my liking. In every field (especially pop music) there’s always a new one. The truth, however, is that there’s very few ever, let alone today. In sport it is my view that there are two. As a snooker player, when he is in the mood, Ronnie O’ Sullivan is one. He is,in my view – others are available, the greatest player to ever grace the table.
Sport’s other great genius – one who incidentally seems to always be in the mood – is Barcelona’s Lionel Messi. Say what you will about the ref the other night (I personally thought the sending off was warranted as the tackle was dangerous, coming in with studs showing, over the top of the ball), nobody can deny that Messi’s second goal was pure genius.
Jinking his way through 5 or 6 Real defenders, Messi slotted home with the kind of beauty and yet humility I’ve never seen. When I was a small child I was in awe of Zinedine Zidane, Messi, however, is even better.
Without Lionel, the other night probably would’ve ended in a drab draw. With him, it had two goals, one of which must go down as one of the best ever.