The thing that irks me most about Cristiano Ronaldo is that I like him—he’s rich, handsome and brilliant.
According to several online sources, the triple adjectives the superstar ascribed to himself are what spurred the jeers during the Champions League match against Dinamo Zagreb.
Now a frenzy has stirred concerning his perceived vanity and lack of insight regarding his skills.
After the "so what?" factor wore off, I had to ruminate on the question: what is so incriminating about self-importance?
The world which we inhabit is wallpapered with self-conceit, but facts remain: those are the very species people love to hate. Isn’t it human nature to be jealous of their achievements, or rather the pride associated with those gains?
Is it not true that we are more inclined to welcome humble laureates into our fold, those who refuse to pat themselves on the back?
I suspect superstar modesty is why supporters stick up for the likes of Torres—who once said Ronaldo was the best player in the world—and defend the likes of Messi—who Torres now says is the best player in the world.
Ronaldo is scrutinized because Ronaldo believes that Ronaldo is the best player on the planet—and so what?
Ronaldo may not have been important to Dinamo Zagreb supporters, or the general public for that matter, but he is important to Real fans, his teammates, his manager and, most of all, to his future-self.
Ronaldo’s annoyance at referees refusal to protect skillful players isn’t far-fetched, and neither is the manner in which he stammered about it with his triptych of attributes. Far too many athletes reached the glue factory before hitting their peak.
The lesson for remembering to say “please” and “thank you,” poured out by the press and drunken in by the public, is one lesson to heed if you want to avoid a wrist slap.
But if you’re Cristiano Ronaldo, and you’re reeling in the cash, performance media may be one way of keeping your egotistical self out of debt.