Ronaldinho, or the crying of an angel without wings
The reputation, the money and the success provoke blindness. Hunch absence with the reality and incapability to feel the fall. Ronaldinho is one more soccer player to whom to add to a long list of sportsmen who it were quite to end up by making sad. Of what went to what is there is an abyss impossible to calculate. It was the best of the world and this recognition opened to him the doors of an erroneous path for which he hurried to scan. A path that is opened to all those who reach big successes, and to push your succulent footpath back grants character and personality to dedicate the star in the Olympus of the players. As any target in this life, the soccer implies work and sacrifice, and the steadfastness is the attribute most valued after the curlicues and the qualifications.
Ronaldinho decided to begin to lose for enjoying more of the benefits that the success offers that of your own talent on the field. One won the love of more of your checking account than of your legs, more of the drums than of your vision of the soccer; and now he pays having been dumped by a materialistic and passing environment before having done it with your innate talent. The comparison was inevitable. To remember that Ronaldinho who exited applauded of the Bernabéu for your speed, your overflowing, your dodge and your passion for the soccer was hard; while a mediocre player was observed yesterday evening to the trot, delivering the ball in the feet and unable to unbalance on the contrary. It obtained it once, more for desméritos of Madrid than for proper merits.
The Brazilian keeps on supporting your quality with the ball in the feet. There is allowed the luxury of caressing the ball with showy, but slightly effective gestures. Occasionally it opens a chink for which it salts to dropper your talent, I dry in your interior for small use of him in the last years. It has been gained to pulse that indicates him to itself with the finger like an excellent player who has given him the back to the soccer, your child’s passion until the greed poisoned it. Many people like him complain, which painter who weeps for the loss of your muse instead of your substitute makes use of the linen to find. The last one who threw the sight back repentantly was Cassano. Another talent that he threw to lose your features for choosing an incorrect path.
Ronaldinho is an angel without wings. Your list of winners, your sports career and the harvested successes grant him the award of being a player who will go down in history like one of the best. But your slope at the end of your life as soccer player does not allow him to log in in this succulent and scarce list of big names that yes flew to the highest thing until they crashed the boots. Personages for whom the soccer meant everything from the first one to the last day, that they emptied on the lawn in ends and in friendly and that they made use of your success and your fame to remain linked to the sport of your loves when the legs stopped answering them. A summit to which Ronaldinho will never come, for your scorn to your own talent.
