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#2 It was so easy for him on the football pitch
Like mentioned earlier, Ronaldinho on a football pitch was a joy to watch. The way he did things, it was... it was... so... natural. It was almost as if he born to play the game – perhaps he was – and it was almost as if he actually played the game since he was in his mother’s womb.
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There was always somebody marking the man – you can’t leave out someone like him unmarked, can you? And he would then move away from his marker ever-so-subtly. By the time his marker realized it, he was gone – poof! – and had already inflicted damage.
Those mazy dribbles, those unbelievable no-look passes, those freestyle footballing moments... Oh, God, what was he? Was he an angel sent to make us happy or was he God himself? I don’t know but he certainly can’t be a mere mortal because a mortal couldn’t do the things that Ronaldinho could on a football pitch.
When he played at his best, it felt as though a transcendental woman was weaving a tapestry on a loom at her own pace as time stood still and witnessed it with its mouth agape and eyes rolling.
