Lionel Messi’s World Cup Magic Continues in Argentina’s Romp Over Croatia

Messi’s legacy is already secure. His list of honors borders on the absurd, an endless parade of trophies lifted and records smashed: four Champions League titles, 790 goals, 11 domestic championships, a Copa Ámerica, Barcelona’s all-time leading scorer, five Ballons d’Or (or equivalent), the most prolific player in Spanish history.

Messi is not here because he needs a World Cup to be remembered as a great. He is here because it is the one thing that would mean more — to him, to his congregation, to his homeland — than any other. He is here because he sees it as somewhere between his duty and his destiny. He is here because it would be his crowning glory.

There has been an intensity to Messi, these last few weeks, that has not always been apparent in the latter stages of his career. He still spends much of his time on the field strolling around, of course, rousing himself into a gentle jog only when he deems the situation worthy of his attention, but that economy of energy should not be confused with disinterest or dissatisfaction.

It was Messi, after all, who stood up on Argentina’s team bus after defeat to Saudi Arabia and asked his dejected teammates if they could trust each other. It was Messi who confronted the entire Netherlands coaching staff after Argentina had emerged victorious from an irascible, volatile quarterfinal. It was Messi who took fiery exception to the presence of Wout Weghorst, the Dutch striker, in a post-match interview.

And it has, time and again, been Messi who has intervened in games to bend them to his will. Since that loss to the Saudis, he said, Argentina has “faced five finals, and been fortunate to win all five.”

Fortunate is one word for it. In the group stage, it was Messi who broke the deadlock against Mexico, just as Argentina’s nerves were shredding, as the specter of humiliation hung heavy over the nation. It was Messi who opened the scoring against Australia in the round of 16. It was Messi who made the first goal and scored the second against the Dutch, and then it was Messi who stepped up and took the first penalty in the shootout.

Against Croatia, too, it was Messi who proved the decisive figure. The cruelty of knockout soccer is that a whole month’s worth of work — more, in fact — can evaporate in a single instant. Croatia’s defining trait, throughout the tournament, has been its control, its composure.

It may not have been the most adventurous, the most thrill-seeking team in Qatar, but it has been disciplined, organized, resolute. It has worn down opponents, held them at bay, trusted that they would make the first mistake. It had done it well enough not only to make it to the semifinal, beating Brazil along the way, but to survive the first half hour of Tuesday’s game with barely a scratch.

Luka Modric, that other generational talent trying to stave off the final curtain, had established his authority over the midfield. His redoubtable cadre of lieutenants — Marcelo Brozovic, Mateo Kovacic, Ivan Perisic — were hurriedly and dutifully putting out what few fires threatened to ignite. Argentina was starting to get that same sinking feeling that plenty of teams face when confronted by Croatia.

But all it takes is a moment. For the first time — in this game, in this tournament, possibly in his life — Modric took his eye off the ball. Rather than coming under his command, it rolled under his feet, squirming out to Enzo Fernández. No matter; Fernández was still deep in his own half. There was no immediately apparent danger.

Modric is so reliable, though, that it had not occurred to anyone that he might err. Josko Gvardiol and Dejan Lovren, Croatia’s central defenders, had drifted apart, attempting to offer him a favorable angle for a pass.

Suddenly, there was a gap. Álvarez, alert, spotted it. So, too, did Fernández. He clipped a straight, simple ball down the field, and suddenly Álvarez was racing after it, gobbling up the clear, green grass in front of him. Dominik Livakovic, the Croatia goalkeeper, rushed out to meet him, but succeeded only in clattering into his midriff. Argentina had a penalty. Messi had the ball. All of Croatia’s good work had been for nothing.

Five minutes later, the game was effectively over, Álvarez scoring the worst, best goal imaginable, barging down the field from the halfway line, the ball ricocheting back into his path after two attempted Croatian challenges, sitting up perfectly to be prodded past Livakovic.

This being Argentina, though, even a two-goal lead did not provide absolute certainty. Lionel Scaloni’s team had one of those against the Dutch, and had thrown it away. It was only when the third goal emerged, conjured into being by Messi, that Argentina could exhale. It was fitting, too, a vintage slice of Messicana, a maestro playing the hits, using this stage to become his own tribute act.

With 10 minutes to play of a World Cup semifinal, at the age of 35, there he was, scurrying down the wing, wriggling away from Gvardiol, his unstinting shadow all night, slowing down so he could beat him again, making it into the penalty area, slipping the ball back for Álvarez, turning to his fans, to his people, and accepting not so much their congratulations as their thanks.

That was when Argentina knew. In those last few minutes, as Argentina ticked down the clock and the songs echoed around the Lusail, Argentina’s substitutes stood on the sideline, that purgatorial zone between the stands and the field, with their arms slung around each other’s shoulders, joining in with the chorus.

At the tops of their voices, they sang the anthems that have sound-tracked Argentina’s month in Qatar, its journey to the final, the ones that are dedicated to the country, to Maradona and, above all, to Messi, the man they have all come — fans and players alike — to honor, and to adore.

Article source: https://www.nytimes.com/live/2022/12/13/sports/argentina-croatia-world-cup-score