Messi is simply one of, if not the
best dribbler of all time. His speed of thought together with his
lightning quick feet enable his extraordinary ability to enter a crowd
of players and come out the other side with the ball seemingly glued to
his feet.
His small build and subsequent low centre of gravity
allow him to travel almost as fast with the ball as he does without it,
and it is probably this quality above all others that make Lionel Messi
so enjoyable to watch.
Ronaldo is also an excellent
dribbler, although this was more evident in years gone by when he would
function as an out-and-out winger whose aim was to run at and terrorise
defenders; a role which he absolutely excelled in.
More recently his game has adapted to more of a
centre forward role, who expertly finishes moves rather than starts
them. That is not to say he is not still capable of running at defenders
and leaving them for dead; he most certainly is.
Ronaldo's dribbling could perhaps be summarised as explosive, whereas Messi's could maybe be described as more intricate.
Akpos goes up to the Cotonou border on his bicycle. He had over his shoulders two large bags.
The Customs Officer stopped him and asked, “What is inside the bags?” “Garri”, Akpos replied.
The Customs Officer said, “Let me see. Come down from the bicycle.” The Customs Officer took the bags and ripped them apart.
He emptied them out and found nothing in them but garri.
He detained Akpos overnight and had the garri analysed, only to discover that there was nothing but pure garri inside the bags.
The Customs Officer released him, puts the garri into new bags, lifted them onto Akpos’ shoulders, and lets him cross the border.
A week later, the same thing happened.
The Customs Officer asked, “What do you have there today?” Akpos replied, “Garri.”
The Customs officer does his thorough examination and discovered that the bags contain nothing but garri.
He gave the garri back to Akpos, and Akpos crossed the border on his bicycle.
This sequence of events was repeated every day for four years.
At last, Akpos did not show up again. One day, the Custom Officer met him in a drinking joint in Cotonou.
“Hey, my friend,” said the Customs Officer, “I know you are smuggling something. It is driving me crazy. It’s all I think about, I can’t sleep.
Just between you and I, what are you smuggling?” Akpos sipped his Hi-Malt and replied, “Bicycles!”
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The Customs Officer stopped him and asked, “What is inside the bags?” “Garri”, Akpos replied.
The Customs Officer said, “Let me see. Come down from the bicycle.” The Customs Officer took the bags and ripped them apart.
He emptied them out and found nothing in them but garri.
He detained Akpos overnight and had the garri analysed, only to discover that there was nothing but pure garri inside the bags.
The Customs Officer released him, puts the garri into new bags, lifted them onto Akpos’ shoulders, and lets him cross the border.
A week later, the same thing happened.
The Customs Officer asked, “What do you have there today?” Akpos replied, “Garri.”
The Customs officer does his thorough examination and discovered that the bags contain nothing but garri.
He gave the garri back to Akpos, and Akpos crossed the border on his bicycle.
This sequence of events was repeated every day for four years.
At last, Akpos did not show up again. One day, the Custom Officer met him in a drinking joint in Cotonou.
“Hey, my friend,” said the Customs Officer, “I know you are smuggling something. It is driving me crazy. It’s all I think about, I can’t sleep.
Just between you and I, what are you smuggling?” Akpos sipped his Hi-Malt and replied, “Bicycles!”
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Akpos goes up to the Cotonou border on his bicycle. He had over his shoulders two large bags.
The Customs Officer stopped him and asked, “What is inside the bags?” “Garri”, Akpos replied.
The Customs Officer said, “Let me see. Come down from the bicycle.” The Customs Officer took the bags and ripped them apart.
He emptied them out and found nothing in them but garri.
He detained Akpos overnight and had the garri analysed, only to discover that there was nothing but pure garri inside the bags.
The Customs Officer released him, puts the garri into new bags, lifted them onto Akpos’ shoulders, and lets him cross the border.
A week later, the same thing happened.
The Customs Officer asked, “What do you have there today?” Akpos replied, “Garri.”
The Customs officer does his thorough examination and discovered that the bags contain nothing but garri.
He gave the garri back to Akpos, and Akpos crossed the border on his bicycle.
This sequence of events was repeated every day for four years.
At last, Akpos did not show up again. One day, the Custom Officer met him in a drinking joint in Cotonou.
“Hey, my friend,” said the Customs Officer, “I know you are smuggling something. It is driving me crazy. It’s all I think about, I can’t sleep.
Just between you and I, what are you smuggling?” Akpos sipped his Hi-Malt and replied, “Bicycles!”
The Customs Officer stopped him and asked, “What is inside the bags?” “Garri”, Akpos replied.
The Customs Officer said, “Let me see. Come down from the bicycle.” The Customs Officer took the bags and ripped them apart.
He emptied them out and found nothing in them but garri.
He detained Akpos overnight and had the garri analysed, only to discover that there was nothing but pure garri inside the bags.
The Customs Officer released him, puts the garri into new bags, lifted them onto Akpos’ shoulders, and lets him cross the border.
A week later, the same thing happened.
The Customs Officer asked, “What do you have there today?” Akpos replied, “Garri.”
The Customs officer does his thorough examination and discovered that the bags contain nothing but garri.
He gave the garri back to Akpos, and Akpos crossed the border on his bicycle.
This sequence of events was repeated every day for four years.
At last, Akpos did not show up again. One day, the Custom Officer met him in a drinking joint in Cotonou.
“Hey, my friend,” said the Customs Officer, “I know you are smuggling something. It is driving me crazy. It’s all I think about, I can’t sleep.
Just between you and I, what are you smuggling?” Akpos sipped his Hi-Malt and replied, “Bicycles!”
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