The Prestige


Every magic trick consists of three parts or acts. The first part is called “The Pledge”. The manager shows you something ordinary: a footballer. He shows you this man. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it to see if it is indeed real, unaltered, normal. But of course… it probably isn’t. The second act is called “The Turn”. The manager takes the ordinary something and makes a bid of 100 million euros for it. Now you’re looking for the secret… You want to know if he’s worth the money. If he’s worthy of playing for your prestigious club. You don’t really want to know. You want to be fooled. But you wouldn’t clap yet. Because buying someone isn’t enough; you have to make him play well. That’s why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call “The Prestige”
Paul Pogba has finally made his dent on the Premier league Universe. 6 matches, 6 miserable matches later. They say you can’t judge a player by just his statistics. Football is much more than that. Iniesta and Luka Modric are prime examples of this. Even then, Pogba was nowhere to be seen all these days. Passes were wayward. Through balls lacking a sting. Position wise, it was as if Mourinho had never told him where to play. He was all over the pitch and nowhere. With the collective failure of the team as well, he was made the obvious scapegoat. Overrated. Overpriced. Haircut obsessed.
And today? Today was the Pogba Juventus had promised. Full of pitch awareness. Full of promise. Popping up at the unlikeliest of places on the pitch. A rock in the midfield. Strong. Fast. Lethal. Today was the day we got to see the new red devil in all his glory. And what was even more satisfying to watch was that, he never Even tried to be a Messi. He was what he had to be. Just Pogba. From what we have seen, that’ll be more than enough to make his place among the modern greats.
Even though he’s had his first goal, the pressure of 100 million euros will never leave him. Hopefully, the real Paul Pogba will stand up and delight us all the more in the coming days.
Dab on, lad.