#4 Juninho Pernambucano
How can I explain poetry to you when you haven’t watched Zidane weave magic using his feet as a wand? How can I explain Joga Bonito to you if you haven’t witnessed Ronaldinho dancing with the ball? How can I explain art to you when you haven’t gazed at the stupefying brilliance of Michael Laudrup?
And how can I explain insanity to you when you haven’t had your jaw dropped at Juninho Pernambucano’s free-kicks?
They say that this world is an illusion, that time and space are nothing but mere traps to bind us to this dimension. When one watches Juninho bend time and space with his direct-free-kicks, they begin to think that perhaps this world really must be an illusion.
For it is nigh on impossible to score free-kicks like that. How can you explain all those goals from 40-yards out? How can you explain the ball going above Victor Valdes’ head from an angle so tight that it makes skinny jeans look baggy?
You perhaps can’t – and that’s the point.
