Appreciating Manchester United's Cristiano Ronaldo, winner of the 2008 Ballon D'Or award

Cristiano Ronaldo (Getty Images)
By Andrew Keh
On Tuesday morning, Cristiano Ronaldo, Manchester United’s electric Portuguese winger, was awarded the Ballon d’Or as Europe’s top player in 2008.
Disregarding the plain fact that awards such as the “Golden Ball,” awarded by France Football magazine, are inherently a bit ridiculous, this one happens to be quite prestigious. Ronaldo’s central role in United’s dreamlike 2008 campaign made the Ballon D’Or announcement a mere formality, but the honor still occasioned a predictable backlash from the grumpy men who help comprise the game’s punditry.
Ronaldo, who led United to Champions League and Premier League titles this season, is a polarizing figure, criticized for diving and favoring extraneous trickery over team play.
Ever since “Crash” won the Oscar for Best Picture in 2005, I’ve learned not to take industry awards so seriously. And while “Crash” was an utter fiasco, Ronaldo is a joy to watch. His 42 goals last season, moreover, were hardly extraneous; soccer goals are precious.
Having recently rewatched Douglas Gordon and Philippe Parreno’s excellent 2006 film, “Zidane: A 21st Century Portrait,” my mind is quick to make associations between Ronaldo and Zinedine Zidane, perhaps the greatest player of his era.
The retired Frenchman, Zidane, seemed to play the game at his own leisurely speed, shifting himself and the ball past players who lacked his skills in spatial reasoning.
Viewing Ronaldo is a wholly different experience. His pace is exhilarating, leaving his audience gasping for air, to say nothing for his opponents. Ronaldo has little of Zidane’s seductive smoothness. The winger’s movements — his awkward, upright gait and even his most playful tricks — appear as acts of great exertion.
As a reverent Frenchman at a soccer pub in Manhattan once told me, “Zidane is the teacher.” Ronaldo, then, is the petulant child. The 23-year-old seems never to have matured beyond the self-centered, winning-is-everything mentality that plagues some pampered children.
Were he not an athlete, Ronaldo might be deemed a sociopath. But on a soccer field, this can be a virtue. What is so infuriating to Ronaldo’s critics, perhaps, is that he generally gets his way.
Ronaldo is denigrated for falling easily, but his resilience is even more remarkable considering that his dribbling elicits more trips and takedowns than a judo tournament. Each time Ronaldo charges into a pack a defenders, I hold my breath, knowing that were he to get chopped down and injured, I’d lose a valuable source of entertainment for some indeterminable amount of time.
But Ronaldo seems to have no such concerns, and for this he will surely continue to collect goals, and prizes, with a maddeningly childish singularity of mind.





















