There might be a day when football produces another Andrés Iniesta.
I’m not counting on it.
The most elegant player to ever grace any pitch in the history of the sport is officially retiring, bringing to an end a career with tremendous individual and team success that don’t even begin to tell the story of his greatness.
For many, like me, Andrés Iniesta was the epitome of beauty. He was a football superhero, who moved so gracefully and treated the ball not as a mere object to be kicked around until it finds a target, but more as friend, a buddy, someone with whom he’d stroll through the park for 90 minutes until it was time to go home.