A word for the master; farewell to the god as well

Cricket is often compared to life where as it would be fair to call foot-ball a culture. Then comes the million dollar question - can messiah and the little master be compared? It would be like weighing hot tea with a blend of scotch whiskey sandwiched with the end of history- the celebrated beer with 53 percent of alcohol content. The former will sooth you while I fear the later would give a punch on your brain and a sense of regret in the next morning.

In the recent Fifa World Cup, which is known in the name of the little Octopus –Paul, Diego had his part of the game before Paul’s prediction. Even without dribbling the ball covering the technically perfected defenders, he won hearts of millions who carried the game in their heart.

But was it enough? No is the answer. Even though Argentinians welcomed the losing side home with warm love, Diego failed to understand why people love him in the age of siliconified class room football. It is not the institutionalized footballer who won the world once. The mischievous genius, who dares to score with a hand of god, missed out this fact while he showed red card to Juan Román Riquelme. Some errors can never be rectified. The New york Times call this mess “The South American Merry-Go-Round of coaching despair.”

Riquleme can be called the real conductor who instill musical moves that would make defending teams always on the back foot. Messi’s failure pin point the fact that no striker can play in three roles with rock legged defenders on his way and millions of hopes being showered upon him. The celebrated striker fired more than thirty shots on target only to end up without scoring. This is where life transcends culture.

cricket can't be compared with socccer. But, where it is more than a religion, culture surely gives way for life to be in the ramp. The way the little maestro played in the second test against Sri Lanka has only one word to share with his other scintillating knocks – ‘unexplainable’. During his stint, the little genius showed excellent concentration. With masterful stroke, he tongue-tied Sankakara who questioned the men in blue’s ICC ranking. The one which flew over the head of Murali into the stands was powerful enough to prove that form is midsummer rain, while class is poetry.

But what would be Diego’s future… I fear Paul would starve and die