Why Messi Is The Best ??

Analysis and stats tell truth,always. Despite his prolific edge not good enough for FCB to hold on to La Liga and UEFA Champions League,the the instincts of the Argentine won the most prestigious award in football once again.The 4th consecutive Ballon d’Or shows he’d craved himself among the all time footballing greats and there is no one at present to match the blistering talents of Messi-ah.91 goals,28 assists,9 hat-tricks,5 goals in a CL match,all in a calender year, claims he’s nothing shorter to phenomenon.Only 25, Lionel Andres Messi has a lot to give in his coming peak years.

International Career-2012

For so many years,critics have blabbered the poor form of Messi for his country,regardless numerous records fell under his effervescent form. But 2012 saw Messi replicating his sensational club form to international stage as well with bagging 12 goals(matched by Batistuta’s 12 goals for most goals by an Argentine in a calendar year) in 11 appearances including 2 hat-tricks,one among them coming in the soul-stirring match against Brazil.He deemed his responsibility towards his nation by relishing the role in captain’s arm band under which Argentina was unbeaten in 2012,with 9 wins & 2 draws. His efforts brimmed by hard work and confidence, with the south American giants posters his worth as No.10 left by the one and only Diego Maradona.

Broken Records

Records griming under the boots of Messi,he would be overlooking to break his own records in the future.So far,Messi have written a large number of record dashboards to his name with the latest coming by thrashing Gerd Muller’s 85 goals to become the leading scorer in any calendar year.At a Champions League night,he scored 5 past Bayer Leverkusen to help Catalans for an emphatic 7-1 win.being the only player to score 5 goals in a CL game. His non-mediocre career eclipsed Cesar Rodriguez’s club best of 232 goals for the Blaugrana in attire of style with a hat-trick,leaving him alone for  apotheosis in football 

Catalan Diary 2012

Although the Midas touch of Messi failed to duplicate the charisma FCB has shown in past years to bring glory in Spanish and European stages,he topped the goal scoring dashboard and the Rosario borne stashed his already filled trophy board with Copa Del Rey trophy. Most of all,he continued to jaw-drop the fans with his eye-stalking performance stating ball is only a part of his legs. Given the accolades he had already handed,it is tough for the world to believe he’s only 25 and the fans love him more and more as long as he keep his legs on ground.

What is Next ?

Even though he’d reserved himself as the unique,critics have one last weapon in their arsenal and that is his lack of a WC medal in his show case. But the fact that he have two more WCs to play for the least,that medal is no longer seeming to slip way from him.All the fans can be assured that after all whatever they’ve seen, they’e yet to see the best of Messiah…..

Comparisons With Fellow Ballon d’Or Competitors


The Attire of Glory

The Last Glory

And the time will fetch me an attire,
An attire of glory,
The era of contagious trunk would ebb out,The words of deuce will prevail,
The delusions of zealotry will go tumble,
The scepture would be handed over,
Meanwhile, in the cape of notions,
Breathing the air of red,
Drinking the wine of wisdom,
Breaching the walls of hatred,
I’ll live a mediocre life.
Then somewhere in eternity,
When the palpitations of shellac falls away,
I may be thrown to abyss,only to return.
Through the tales from hearts and ages,
I’ll become immortal,
then the titans will say-RISE.


The Talks of A Merino


The wolf wailed at the merino,
rough and cruel,
with a face of a winner,
and asked “why don’t you plea?”.
Merino replied,determined,
“i may be alone,
but i’ve a pastor,
whom with i share my
my everythng.”
“He’d conjured greenery for my neccesity,
ended my thirst with liabiity,
bestowed me with compassion,
protected me from beasts,
sheltered me with love,
he showed me,
loneliness is no longer an option.”
“He’d used whips on me,
only for guidance on a true path.
He cared for me,
with passion.
Smiled for me,
through his pain.
Flew for me,
for my dreams.”
The clappings of the pastor got nearer,
wolf took one step,
and ran away,
back to the dark,
to the world of
tangled darkness.
Merino mumbled,
“you’re my sweetest pal,
now and always”.

The Word Left Unspoken


The heaven was in bliss and so was many around the globe,But certainly not me and all around me.The clouds leaked the ultimatum of truth drop by drop and those raindrops shaved the withering and pale face of mine but none around me cared about it.My dad,with his out-of-date repulsive mustache and beard, weeping around me defined the most vulnerable individual present at this small,moderate and nominal funeral.My mom who would’ve been a strong competition to him, unfortunately was laid at the nearby hospital bed,pinned to the memoirs of acts I’ve given her.Peterson,whom i dupely call,Pete,whom with i share the the overhaul of my everything,my best pal,my finest companion was nowhere to be found.He may be at the Emirates,in the joy of watching Arsenal,the joy he couldn’t risk for attending his best friends death funeral,he wouldn’t risk that even for his love.Whatever that is,my delight to watch him in that drape because He’d once told me that he hated black more than hell and seeing him in that top brass look would be the mojo mockery of the year.

The wind was taking its pace as the perpetual scenario of a late winter continues and i was getting desperate,not because of the disgusting wind(oh well,i can’t feel it now),not because of the blatant weeping show running around me,and not because of the turned up good-bye-my-dear attitude booming over and definitely ,100%,not because of the scintillating DJ show happening two blocks away.Its just i’m missing someone who should be standing beside me with that grave look in her brown eyes.But out of fortune.she’s not here.The first ring “ding dong” ring of the church bell led my mind back to the day i saw her for the first time,oh i’m sorry not to that day, that’s a bit stinky.So,to the day i met her the 5th or 6th or 7th time,i don’t remember.That day she smiled at me for saving her blushes by offering my innocence  to substitute her guilty  in case of a library damage act.I never knew whether it was a smile of thanking or a smile of “i took advantage of you” kind,but it was all i needed,it worked.

The church bell struck for the second time resisting my thoughts to come abroad,back to the present.This time i feel the heat of slap i got from athletic, stout dad,mm,what’s the need of keeping pride anymore,it was from her bulky ex.I couldn’t help it as its a story of debauchery.My lines of love was sent to her but that girl revealed it with her her friends,And i wonder how girls couldn’t read the tight line “Meant only for you”.Anyway it all happened and that was it.

The third bell ring rise me to the day i said her those words ‘I LOVE YOU”,with my head held high,chest put forward and in the most adamant and compact voice. mm ..oh you got it,i’m sorry again,i lied again.It was more like a pleading,more like begging for love and she dared a husky look on me and went away.She didn’t answer me but i knew for my heart,she do have an answer.
The fourth bell ring reminds me of the blunder i did to lose my life.Well, i don’t want to be the donkey in the hat,so don’t ask me how i died,it’s out of concept.Now i’m died, lied in the casket,ready to be buried.But before i’m led into the path of oblivion,i need her to see me and wanted her to know that  i died in misery out of not seeing her.My funeral was ending and i wasn’t looking forward to the diversion of doors to hell and heaven.I knew already,where i’ll be headed..So i closed my eyes and waited for the end of my frustrating life.I closed myself completely and tried to focus in…..,in nothing.

Oh, sorry,i think i slept… 

It seems like its being ages since i shut my eyes,but when i opened my eyelids,the funeral was still celebrating my death.I lapsed my mind to the other side(of course i couldn’t turn my head) and I SAW HER..
I was inside the casket and only a small part of my face was revealed,so i can’t tell whether she wore black or not.She Stood with a bow head and placed a violet rose on the casket,above my chest.A tear drop fell into it and i knew her answer now..I felt like i’m the effervescent sun,the brisking river,the dashing snake,oh not snake,i hate snakes..And the thought dominated was the thought to live once again.


She said in a pitch blank tone,a tone which favors he idea of  i-got-over-you kind.Without listening to the immoral language i used,she said “my answer for you was always a NO,I know its not the rundown to express this,but i always  tried to ignore you,but u didn’t swallow your pride ”.I’ve never called her anything apart love,darling,honey etc,but this time i called her a 5 letter word.You know,why i chose a five letter word,5 is a sum of 3(YES) and 2 (NO)..She gimmick ed me both at the same time. 
The rain was getting bitter and aggressive. She opened her umbrella(it was black) and said “i’m sorry for your death..and she walked away..yeah,that was the last nail in my coffin..
I heard from Pete at-last. Hearing from him always leave me WOW and this time it was no worse..aaaw,but the time was too naive and its how weird my misery is written-I Couldn’t Even say a goodbye to my Best Friend.And that moment i peeked through the small gap in front of me and saw him embracing her and comforting her…
How could i never knew” THAT BITCH was my BEST FRIEND’S LOVE”.


And above all i knew,this funeral will never end,not so soon…!!