For those of you who don’t follow Proper Football, you might not know who the Galácticos were, so let me put it in fashion terms. Remember the 90’s when the word model wasn’t synonymous with Faceless Soviet Bloc Tween? That was the era of the real supermodel.
Now imagine the very best supermodels –Linda Evangelista, Christy Turlington, Naomi Campbell and Cindy Crawford– all working together. You get great fashion, great photos and at least two great George Michael videos.
The Galácticos of Real Madrid –Luis Figo, Zinedine Zidane, Ronaldo and David Beckham– were the supermodels of football in the early 2000’s.
Although none of them were particularly dreamy in their heyday:
Becks, Figo, Real Madrid president Florentino Pérez, Zizou, Ronaldo, aka Guess The French Guy
Time has been very, very good to most of the quartet. Shortly after his 29th birthday, Hot Latin Boy once woke from a dead sleep to ask me with concern in his voice whether I think he’ll age like Figo or Zidane. Because that’s what former footballers worry about, apparently.
Becks’ underwear model status is not to be questioned, Zizou recently graced the cover of GQ in France and Figo looks more and more like an Italian movie star every day but Ronaldo –El Fenómeno– has had a rough time of it.
I’m not talking about his bout with dengue fever, which supposedly makes cholera look like a walk in the park, or even the whole transvestite hookers thing, which okay, is bound to put a damper on anyone’s day.
Last year the World Cup’s all-time leading goal scorer announced his retirement from football with this statement:
“Four years ago in Milan I found out that I was suffering from a problem that is called hypothyroidism, a complaint which slows your metabolism, and that to control it I would have to take medication which is considered illegal in football. A lot of people should feel bad about their comments on my weight: I just wanted to explain that, now that I have reached the end.”
and now, he’s going to be on a weight loss reality show, because that’s a good idea when you’re emotionally fragile, recovering from a mysterious jungle illness and suffering from a disease that has forced you to give up the job you love that earned you universal adulation.
God.
I just want to give him a hug, and also maybe explain to him about the Adam’s apple thing.
Seriously, Ronaldo. Get healthy, get well, work on your fitness and learning to live with your disease. I love you no matter your size. Do you want to get together? You can teach me how to nutmeg HLB (not as dirty as it sounds) and I’ll teach you about Health at Every Size and how to figure out if your hookers du jour are dudes.
Honestly, you’re not in Thailand, it’s not that hard.
Aww, Ronaldo, get well and God bless. I don’t follow futbol, but I wish him the very best. <3
Comment by Rubygirl — September 25, 2012 @ 1:30 pm
Somehow it seems unfair that he can’t take Synthroid — the proper therapy for his disease — and play professionally. It’s not like he’d be doping. What, are they going to outlaw iron pills for anemia? Insulin for diabetics? EPO for people with end stage renal disease? It’s one thing to ban compounds to boost performance in otherwise healthy people and another to penalize someone for treating a medical condition with, um, medicine.
Comment by marvel — September 26, 2012 @ 2:24 pm