I logged on to my internet browsing machine this morning and found my way quickly to Sport, where the top headline of the moment jumped out at me: “In Argentina, Barça finds the new Messi” (El Barça encuentra el nuevo Messi en Argentina) along with the subheading of “He’s from Rosario like Leo and he’s 12”. There is no shortage of danger in this type of absurdity, not only from the particular player’s viewpoint, but from a club’s, too.
This kid, Guido Vadala*, is apparently really good and is working out with Barça right now to see if he’ll join the cantera. That he’s from the same town in Argentina and has some skills obviously means he should be compared to the best player on the planet, right? Messi may be the new Maradona (he isn’t), but at least Maradona has retired and is no longer playing professionally. Leo, on the other hand, is about to embark on his first World Cup adventure as the biggest name on Argentina’s national team. Oh and he’s twenty-two freaking years old. Leo doesn’t even have a wife or kids yet, but he has an heir apparent? Didn’t he just move out of his parents’ house?
These comparisons mean that Guido Vadala will have relentless pressure on him from the age of twelve (you know, right when you’re learning what boobs are and enjoy watching Spongebob Squarepants without the influence of drugs) and that Barça will be forced by the hype machine to consider him a viable option years before they might otherwise do so. None of that is good. A child of 12 should not be thrust into the international spotlight for any reason. I mean, it worked out for Danny Bonaduce, right?
If you see another Barça blogger just starting up and they’ve got some talent, they’re obviously The Next Isaiah/Kevin/Hector. And we’ll have to visit them and tear them apart for something or other. Especially if they’re 12.
Liveblog at 4pm, folks. Stop by.
*Kid’s more likely to be a star on Jersey Shore than at Barça, with a name like that.