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Cristiano Ronaldo's fragile ego is rather sad for someone who has achieved so much
A clip did the rounds on social media after the Carabao Cup final last weekend. We won’t share it here because the dum-dums responsible don’t need any more attention than they have already received, but it essentially involved some supposed Liverpool fans near the steps up to the Wembley Royal Box filming the defeated Chelsea players as they trudged to collect their runners-up medals and directing a series of witless taunts at them.
They hissed at ‘the snake’ Raheem Sterling, who left their club almost a decade ago. They also politely enquired after Moises Caicedo’s mother, who was seemingly a factor in his decision to move to Stamford Bridge rather than Anfield in the summer: absolutely normal behaviour from grown adults.
None of the players involved even seemed to raise an eyebrow in response, which was pretty amazing when under the circumstances and with family members having been brought into it all, you would understand if they went full Cantona.
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Actually, maybe it isn’t that amazing: as a footballer you must have to develop some sort of deflector shield, an impenetrable bubble around your head so you literally don’t hear stuff like that, or if you do it just drops into some dead space in your brain, never actually registering with your consciousness. There’s no upside to reacting: you appear petty and in the finest tradition of a parent telling their child not to rise to the bullies, you give them more satisfaction than they deserve.
Which is a roundabout way of getting to Cristiano Ronaldo, who did react to taunts from the crowd and has been duly punished for it.
Ronaldo has been given a one-game ban by the Saudi Pro League and penalised to the tune of 30,000 Saudi riyals (£6,332; $8,000) in fines and fees for making what has been described as an ‘obscene gesture’ at fans during his Al Nassr side’s recent 3-2 win over Al Shabab.
Ronaldo playing for Al Nassr (Yasser Bakhsh/Getty Images)
This was seemingly in response to something that he has been subject to for much of his career: chants of ‘Messi, Messi’ from the stands. Ronaldo cupped his ears then half squatted and made an odd hand gesture near his crotch: if you were being completely innocent it might look like he was polishing a tabletop, but if you weren’t it might look like… well, you get the idea.
A few things sprang to mind after this. One is that, in opposition to Sterling and Caicedo, it’s clear that it doesn’t take much to get a reaction out of Ronaldo, one of the most famous men on the planet who is presumably very used to being shouted at by a faceless crowd.
He and Messi have been involved in this sort of terminally tedious death grapple for about 15 years now, the pair constantly pitted against and compared to each other. You can thus see why it will have become incredibly tiresome, to say the least, particularly given they haven’t actually played in the same league as each other since 2018 and haven’t been on the same pitch in a competitive game together since 2020.
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Neither now plays in Europe and both their most significant achievements are now almost certainly in the past. The Messi-Ronaldo rivalry isn’t really a thing anymore, at least not to the rest of the world.
But clearly, it still is to Ronaldo, a little insecurity worm that has burrowed into his soul and is lodged there. Why else would he bother to respond at the mere mention of Messi’s name?
The two situations aren’t perfect comparisons and are partly only brought together here because they both happened in the past week or so, but it is remarkable how Sterling and Caicedo could ignore much more personal abuse from closer proximity, while all it took was mention of another man’s name to provoke a reaction from Ronaldo.
It’s very far from the first time, too. Just last November, Ronaldo shushed a crowd during Al Nassr’s game against Al Ettifaq when the ‘Messi, Messi’ chant was rolled out by another unimaginative bunch. In the wider scheme of things, this is all very minor stuff, but you do wonder about the fragility of a man’s ego that the mere mention of a rival player’s name even registers, let alone inspires a response of any kind, let alone one that gets you suspended.
The whole thing probably isn’t ideal for the Saudi Pro League project, either. Ronaldo was their marquee signing and he has been a success in that he has scored buckets of goals and attracted plenty of interest, but it wasn’t in the plan for their key player, one of the main legitimising factors for the league, to be suspended like this.
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Throw in Jordan Henderson leaving after six months and the continued soap opera around Karim Benzema and it’s been a mixed bag since they started throwing money around the place.
For Ronaldo, it’s difficult to put your finger on what it is about all this that is so bleak, but it could be because it’s all so undignified for everyone involved. Despite being a quasi-super-human and an absolute freak of an athlete, he has limited time left in his career, so it just feels slightly sad that this is how he is spending his last days as a footballer.
Playing in a substandard league — which was not the plan, no matter how hard he insists otherwise — still haunted by the ghost of the man he has been compared to for his whole career, but who hasn’t really been relevant to him for close to half a decade. It could all have been very different.
Ronaldo and Messi playing against each other in 2020 (David Ramos/Getty Images)
Perhaps this is the internal hell of the hyper-driven mentality of someone like Ronaldo. Nothing but being considered the best is good enough, so even the mention of the one guy who could deny him that title, in his generation at least, is enough to set him off.
He will dry his eyes on his incredible wealth and an extraordinary list of achievements, but you’re left with a sense that he will never really be satisfied when the time comes to look back on his career.
For someone who has achieved as much as he has, it all feels quite bleak.
(Top photo: Yasser Bakhsh/Getty Images)
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I Think This Poem Is Kind of Into You
A famous poet once observed that it is difficult to get the news from poems. The weather is a different story. April showers, summer sunshine and — maybe especially — the chill of winter provide an endless supply of moods and metaphors. Poets like to practice a double meteorology, looking out at the water and up at the sky for evidence of interior conditions of feeling.
The inner and outer forecasts don’t always match up. This short poem by Louise Glück starts out cold and stays that way for most of its 11 lines.
And then it bursts into flame.
“Early December in Croton-on-Hudson” comes from Glück’s debut collection, “Firstborn,” which was published in 1968. She wrote the poems in it between the ages of 18 and 23, but they bear many of the hallmarks of her mature style, including an approach to personal matters — sex, love, illness, family life — that is at once uncompromising and elusive. She doesn’t flinch. She also doesn’t explain.
Here, for example, Glück assembles fragments of experience that imply — but also obscure — a larger narrative. It’s almost as if a short story, or even a novel, had been smashed like a glass Christmas ornament, leaving the reader to infer the sphere from the shards.
We know there was a couple with a flat tire, and that a year later at least one of them still has feelings for the other. It’s hard not to wonder if they’re still together, or where they were going with those Christmas presents.
To some extent, those questions can be addressed with the help of biographical clues. The version of “Early December in Croton-on-Hudson” that appeared in The Atlantic in 1967 was dedicated to Charles Hertz, a Columbia University graduate student who was Glück’s first husband. They divorced a few years later. Glück, who died in 2023, was never shy about putting her life into her work.
But the poem we are reading now is not just the record of a passion that has long since cooled. More than 50 years after “Firstborn,” on the occasion of receiving the Nobel Prize for literature, Glück celebrated the “intimate, seductive, often furtive or clandestine” relations between poets and their readers. Recalling her childhood discovery of William Blake and Emily Dickinson, she declared her lifelong ardor for “poems to which the listener or reader makes an essential contribution, as recipient of a confidence or an outcry, sometimes as co-conspirator.”
That’s the kind of poem she wrote.
“Confidence” can have two meanings, both of which apply to “Early December in Croton-on-Hudson.” Reading it, you are privy to a secret, something meant for your ears only. You are also in the presence of an assertive, self-possessed voice.
Where there is power, there’s also risk. To give voice to desire — to whisper or cry “I want you” — is to issue a challenge and admit vulnerability. It’s a declaration of conquest and a promise of surrender.
What happens next? That’s up to you.
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Can You Identify Where the Winter Scenes in These Novels Took Place?
Cold weather can serve as a plot point or emphasize the mood of a scene, and this week’s literary geography quiz highlights the locations of recent novels that work winter conditions right into the story. Even if you aren’t familiar with the book, the questions offer an additional hint about the setting. To play, just make your selection in the multiple-choice list and the correct answer will be revealed. At the end of the quiz, you’ll find links to the books if you’d like to do further reading.
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From NYT’s 10 Best Books of 2025: A.O. Scott on Kiran Desai’s New Novel
When a writer is praised for having a sense of place, it usually means one specific place — a postage stamp of familiar ground rendered in loving, knowing detail. But Kiran Desai, in her latest novel, “The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny,” has a sense of places.
This 670-page book, about the star-crossed lovers of the title and several dozen of their friends, relatives, exes and servants (there’s a chart in the front to help you keep track), does anything but stay put. If “The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny” were an old-fashioned steamer trunk, it would be papered with shipping labels: from Allahabad (now known as Prayagraj), Goa and Delhi; from Queens, Kansas and Vermont; from Mexico City and, perhaps most delightfully, from Venice.
There, in Marco Polo’s hometown, the titular travelers alight for two chapters, enduring one of several crises in their passionate, complicated, on-again, off-again relationship. One of Venice’s nicknames is La Serenissima — “the most serene” — but in Desai’s hands it’s the opposite: a gloriously hectic backdrop for Sonia and Sunny’s romantic confusion.
Their first impressions fill a nearly page-long paragraph. Here’s how it begins.
Sonia is a (struggling) fiction writer. Sunny is a (struggling) journalist. It’s notable that, of the two of them, it is she who is better able to perceive the immediate reality of things, while he tends to read facts through screens of theory and ideology, finding sociological meaning in everyday occurrences. He isn’t exactly wrong, and Desai is hardly oblivious to the larger narratives that shape the fates of Sunny, Sonia and their families — including the economic and political changes affecting young Indians of their generation.
But “The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny” is about more than that. It’s a defense of the very idea of more, and thus a rebuke to the austerity that defines so much recent literary fiction. Many of Desai’s peers favor careful, restricted third-person narration, or else a measured, low-affect “I.” The bookstores are full of skinny novels about the emotional and psychological thinness of contemporary life. This book is an antidote: thick, sloppy, fleshy, all over the place.
It also takes exception to the postmodern dogma that we only know reality through representations of it, through pre-existing concepts of the kind to which intellectuals like Sunny are attached. The point of fiction is to assert that the world is true, and to remind us that it is vast, strange and astonishing.
See the full list of the 10 Best Books of 2025 here.
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