When the shadow that Messi cast became too long, or when Neymar presumed so, he moved to PSG so that he could flourish and branch out alone. But four years later, they reunited at the Paris club, this time Neymar playing the role of the gracious host. “We are just meant to be. I haven’t spent as much time with my family, as I have with Leo,” the Brazilian had said then.
Perhaps, they are just meant to be. Messi is five years older than Neymar. He was already a great leaping to the pedestal of an all-time great when Neymar burst forth. The Brazilian was never a competitor, but the inheritor. It was how Barcelona wanted their destinies to unfold. Messi would leave in autumn for the spring of Neymar. But like fate and destiny, human ambition and quest for centre-stage, it did not pan out to Barcelona’s best-written script. However, their fates intertwined again in Paris, long shadows again cast over each other, and again struck an irresistible chemistry.
The pair now have tagged together in 200 matches, clocked 15,865 minutes and combined to produce 67 goals, besides countless hours training and travelling together. Both call each other brother, their families spend vacations together. It’s a tale of bromance, but also one of competitiveness and futility to drift away from each other. Theirs is a parallel but interwoven storyline that keeps overlapping, branches of one tree crawling into the other.
Their shadows and destiny converge together again on Friday, 20 kilometres and an hour apart, as they lead their respective teams into the quarterfinals, Brazil taking on Croatia and Argentina encountering the Netherlands, and if both advance, Neymar and Messi would be literally pursuing each other’s shadows next week in the semifinals in what would be the most irresistible of showdowns, a fixture that squeezes in geographical, political and linguistic tensions, apart from their ravenous quest for footballing one-upmanship.
Both are united in the crushing burden two football-obsessed cultures have thrust on their shoulders. Messi has been carrying the burden longer than Neymar has. He has endured the heartbreak of a final, agony of two quarterfinal exits and the backlash of a round-of-16 departure. The Copa title was a redemption, and since then, the thread of destiny dragging Messi to the elusive World Cup in Doha has gathered bass and volume.
At peace with himself
Evident is a sense that Messi is at his calmest, yet feistiest, at a World Cup. As if he had transcended the rock of burden, as if he is no longer hyper-fixated with the World Cup or matching Maradona’s stature back home. He is unworried about perceptions and legacies, about failures and failings. As if all he wants to do is enjoy what could be his last World Cup. He smiles more often, chides more frequently, picks fights with defenders, expresses both anger and joy more expressively. As if he has descended from his inscrutable celestial bubble to middle earth. And though Argentina have not been spectacular, they have produced moments; Messi has conjured moments. What once seemed a burden looks like the fuel propelling Messi towards fulfilling his last wish on a football field. The flicker that renders his halo a perfect circle.
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