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MSN

MSN, the trio of Messi, Suárez and Neymar, is regarded as one of the most fearsome and creative attacking lines in football history. The South American super trio played together at FC Barcelona between 2014 and 2017, and during those three seasons, they completely rewrote the football record books.

Over the three years, they scored a combined 364 goals and provided 173 assists for each other, an almost unfathomable level of efficiency on a per game basis.

At most star studded clubs, rivalries develop between attacking players, but the secret behind MSN was their complete selflessness and their close friendship off the pitch.

Messi would cut inside from the right, controlling the game and dictating the tempo. Suárez, as a classic and ruthless number nine, constantly occupied the centre backs and created space for his teammates, while Neymar used his unpredictable dribbling and pace on the left to tear opposing defences apart.

They would often even give up clear cut chances or penalties to each other, simply so that all three could score in the same match. The trio finally broke up in the summer of 2017, when Paris Saint Germain paid Neymars 222 million release clause.

BBC

BBC, the trio of Benzema, Bale and Cristiano Ronaldo, was Real Madrid's answer to Barcelonas MSN and one of the most successful and fastest attacking lines in football history. The three terrorised Europe for five seasons between 2013 and 2018, and although they were slightly behind their Catalan rivals in individual statistics, they ruthlessly outperformed them when it came to trophies.

During their years together, they formed one of the most physically dominant attacking machines in European football, producing incredible numbers, 442 goals and more than 220 assists across those five seasons.

While MSN were more prolific in Spanish domestic football, BBC were the undisputed kings of the Champions League. In five years, they won 13 trophies.

The super trio broke up in the summer of 2018, when Cristiano Ronaldo moved to Juventus. After his departure, Benzema became the team's main goalscorer and later won the Ballon dor after leading Real Madrid to another Champions League triumph.

The United Trio

Manchester Uniteds fearsome attacking trio consisted of Wayne Rooney, Carlos Tevez and Cristiano Ronaldo. Although the trio played together for just two seasons, between 2007 and 2009, that period produced the most successful era in the clubs modern history under Sir Alex Ferguson.

During those two extraordinary seasons, they scored 140 goals between them.

The trio did not play in traditional positions. Ferguson built an extremely fluid system around them, with the three constantly switching positions and completely confusing opposing defences.

The trio broke up immediately after the 2009 Champions League final in Rome. Cristiano Ronaldo moved to Real Madrid for a world record fee, while Carlos Tevez left for city rivals Manchester City.

The Liverpool Trio

Liverpools fearsome attacking trio of Mohamed Salah, Sadio Mané and Roberto Firmino was one of the most influential and intense attacking lines of the modern era. Under Jürgen Klopp, the trio helped restore Liverpool to the very top of world football and fundamentally changed the balance of power in the Premier League between 2017 and 2022.

The three played together at the highest level for five seasons, scoring a combined 338 goals while striking fear into some of Europe's strongest defences. In the end, they won everything possible at club level with Liverpool, including the league title most coveted by the supporters.

The trios era came to an end in the summer of 2022, when Sadio Mané moved to Bayern Munich. A year later, in 2023, Roberto Firmino also left the club, and by now Salah has said goodbye to Anfield as well.

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“It's not personal. It's strictly business.” - The Godfather.

For decades, there was one man who ruled Italian football without ever stepping onto the pitch himself.

When his phone rang, club presidents listened. Player agents waited for his call.

Coaches hoped he was on their side, while rivals feared that once again he was one step ahead of them.

A man who some consider the greatest sporting director of all time.

Others believe he represented everything that was wrong with Italian football.

The truth probably lies somewhere between the two.

His name was Luciano Moggi.

In the summer of 1994, Juventus reached a crossroads.

The Turin club was still one of the biggest names in Italy, but in Europe they were no longer an unquestionable giant. The team did not simply need new players.

It needed a new way of thinking.

That was when Luciano Moggi arrived.

Alongside him, Antonio Giraudo became the club’s financial director, while Roberto Bettega became one of the most important decision-makers. The three men quickly became inseparable. The Italian press simply called them La Triade.

But among them, it was Moggi whose name echoed everywhere.

He never liked the spotlight. He rarely gave long interviews and never searched for the cameras.

He operated from the background.

Quietly, patiently, calculatingly.

To him, football was not just ninety minutes.

It was relationships.

Information.

Negotiations.

His first major decision was the appointment of Marcello Lippi.

At the time, it was far from an obvious choice. Lippi was a talented coach, but he was not yet considered one of the most famous managers in the world.

Moggi, however, did not look at who was the most famous.

He looked at who could win.

It did not take long before it became clear that he was right.

Juventus began to improve dramatically. The team became disciplined, fast, and extremely effective. A year later they were champions. Then, in 1996, they reached the top of Europe by winning the Champions League.

That was the moment when all of Italy realised that something special was being built in Turin.

And at the centre of it was not a footballer.

But a man in a suit.

A spider.

At the centre of his web.

Behind the scenes, Moggi built a system unlike anything the sporting world had ever seen.

To him, Juventus was not just another club.

It was the axis.

The point around which the entire Italian football system was supposed to revolve.

And his most frightening weapon was none other than GEA World.

An agency officially led by his son, Alessandro Moggi, but in reality it was Luciano’s shadow empire.

The formula was brutally simple:

GEA slowly began acquiring and representing Italy’s most talented players and coaches.

If a young player wanted to build a career in Serie A, he was better off signing with GEA.

Those who did had the spotlight, lucrative contracts, and national team call-ups almost guaranteed.

But those who refused the offer suddenly found themselves on the bench, or playing for a small club fighting relegation.

But that was only the beginning.

Moggi’s phones were constantly ringing.

He used several different SIM cards at the same time.

On the other end of the line were agents, high-ranking officials from the federation, and most importantly: members of the refereeing commission.

According to the later wiretaps, Moggi did not only influence who would referee Juventus matches.

He also had a say in which referees were assigned to the games of rivals such as AC Milan, Inter, or AS Roma.

Any referee who made mistakes against Juventus, or was too strict with the Turin stars, could be sent down to the second division with a single phone call from Moggi.

The referees feared him.

He was the puppeteer pulling the strings from the shadows, while Sunday matches became nothing more than public performances of a carefully written script.

But strings stretched too far eventually snap.

In May 2006, the front pages of Italian newspapers were not dominated by the upcoming World Cup, but by leaked transcripts of wiretapped conversations that shocked the public.

The Naples prosecutor’s office had already been monitoring and recording the calls for two years.

And all the threads led back to one man.

The conversations were revealed, showing Moggi openly instructing referee assigners about who should officiate the big matches of rivals, and who should receive yellow cards to miss the next important match against Juventus through suspension.

The scandal known as Calciopoli shook Italian football to its foundations.

Moggi’s empire, once believed to be untouchable, collapsed like a house of cards within days.

Juventus were stripped of two league titles and, for the first time in their history, were relegated to the second division, Serie B.

La Triade had fallen.

Moggi was banned for life from any football-related activity.

The man everyone once bowed before suddenly found himself alone in the cold halls of courtrooms.

The story of Luciano Moggi is not simply about cheating.

It is a story about the nature of unlimited power.

He was a genius who perfectly understood the human and business side of football.

But he committed the greatest sin: he believed he had become bigger than the game itself.

The phones went silent.

The smoky rooms emptied.

With the fall of the Godfather, a romantic, dark, and unrepeatable era of Calcio came to an end.

Forever.

Nicolas Anelka The Outsider

“I didn’t want to be part of the system. If you can’t accept me as I am, then I move on. I won’t change myself for anyone.” - Nicolas Anelka

Loneliness. Outsiderness. Silence that gets misunderstood, and talent that gets labelled.

Have you ever thought about what happens to a genius who refuses to fit in? Who doesn’t want to become a media favourite, doesn’t smile on command for the cameras, and whose freedom matters more than fake glamour?

Football history is full of heroes we place on pedestals. And then there is Nicolas Anelka. A man everyone knows for his controversies, but only a few ever truly understood. A man who was labelled, pushed out, yet still left his mark everywhere he went.

The Eternal Outsider.

Trappes, the suburbs of Paris.

A harsh, grey concrete jungle where survival rules everything. This is where Nicolas learned that nothing in life is given for free, and that trust is a luxury. When he burst forward with the ball at his feet, you didn’t see a footballer you saw a predator: elegant, unbelievably fast, and ice-cold.

Paris Saint-Germain spotted him early, but even then Nicolas already felt that France was too small for him. He didn’t want to be a toy of the local press.

In 1997, a young, glasses-wearing French manager, Arsène Wenger, saw the future in him. He took him to Arsenal, to London.

On the Highbury pitch, Anelka showed something extraordinary.

He played with such ease and dynamism that it felt like gravity didn’t apply to him. In his first full season in England, he won the league title and the FA Cup with Arsenal, and the following year he was named England’s Young Player of the Year. He scored goals relentlessly, the fans adored him, but the British media didn’t know what to make of his silence. If you don’t talk to them, if you don’t give them stories, they will invent one for you.

They called him “Le Sulk”.

The Pout.

Because he didn’t smile.

Because he didn’t celebrate his goals with theatrical shows, but with cold, confident elegance.

Wenger tried to protect him, but the sharks had already smelled blood. And Anelka didn’t want to fight windmills.

“They thought I was arrogant. But I was just defending myself. I didn’t want them to see inside me.” - Nicolas Anelka

In 1999, the world’s biggest club, Real Madrid, knocked on the door.

£22 million an astronomical sum at the time for a twenty year old. But in Spain, they didn’t see a saviour. They saw the price tag.

The Bernabéu dressing room was a political minefield, ruled by Spanish cliques. Anelka wasn’t given a locker among the group, his teammates barely passed to him, and the Spanish press dissected his life daily. He didn’t score for five months. The pressure became unbearable. When, after a training session, he refused to work because he felt coach Vicente del Bosque didn’t respect him, the club suspended him for 45 days.

To the outside world, he was the spoiled star. In reality, he was a 20 year old boy left on his own, who just wanted to play football but got trapped in the machinery of club politics.

But a genius can be suppressed, not destroyed.

In the Champions League semi-final against Bayern Munich, Anelka returned. He scored in both legs, almost single-handedly firing Real Madrid into the final. In Paris, he started the final and lifted the Champions League trophy.

He did it. He reached the top, on his own terms. And the very next day, he packed his bags and left Madrid. He didn’t want the fake congratulations.

From that point on, Anelka became a modern football nomad. He returned to PSG, then went through Liverpool, Manchester City, Fenerbahçe and Bolton. Everywhere he went, he scored goals, everywhere he showed flashes of brilliance but the moment he felt the system trying to break his freedom, he moved on. He didn’t play for club loyalty, but for the game itself.

Then in 2008 came his second golden chapter. Chelsea signed him.

On the blue side of London, Anelka finally found something he had been missing all his life: a dressing room where personalities were respected. Together with Didier Drogba, he formed a lethal partnership.

In 2009 he became the Premier League’s top scorer, and a year later he celebrated the league title and FA Cup at Stamford Bridge. He didn’t need to change himself, didn’t need to pretend. He was exactly what he had always been: the perfect finisher.

But fate always keeps one last dark twist.

South Africa.

World Cup.

The French national team in ruins, coach Raymond Domenech completely out of control.

During half-time of the match against Mexico, the dressing room exploded. Anelka responded to Domenech’s criticism in a raw, street-style way from Trappes. The next day, the press twisted his words into massive headlines. The federation immediately sent him home, and his teammates out of solidarity refused to train. It became the biggest disgrace in French football history, and the scapegoat could only be one man: the Pout.

The Outsider.

He received an 18-match ban, effectively ending his international career.

Anelka never apologised. He didn’t go on TV shows to explain himself. He just shrugged and laughed at the judgement. For him, the national team was no longer about patriotism it had become another cage he wanted to escape.

At the end of his career, he still played in China, Juventus, West Bromwich and India. He travelled the world, won almost everything a footballer can win, yet when his name is mentioned, most people still think of controversy.

Anelka was a mirror. A mirror showing the hypocrisy of modern football. He was the lone wolf in a world of well-combed, PR-managed footballers. He didn’t ask to be loved if it required submission.

When the lights went out, he walked out of the stadium with his head held high. No one ever fully decoded him, no one ever managed to label him.

Because systems can be beaten, systems can be changed but Nicolas Anelka could not be changed.

He remained true to himself.

Until the very end.

The Outsider.

I would like to present my article published on breakingthelines.com the story of Robinho, whose career seemed like a real illusion.

https://breakingthelines.com/@btl/robinho-the-lost-illusion

The number 10 shirt is one of football’s most iconic symbols. Traditionally, it belongs to the team’s creative heartbeat the brilliant attacking midfielder who decides games with magical passes, dribbles, and goals.

But sometimes, clubs and national teams have handed it to players who simply didn’t fit the role or whose performances fell well short of what that number demands.

WILLIAM GALLAS (ARSENAL)

▫️After Dennis Bergkamp retired, Arsène Wenger handed the number 10 shirt to French centre-back William Gallas.

Wenger explained that Gallas didn’t like the number 3, the other shirts were already taken, and he didn’t want an attacking player to suffer under the weight of Bergkamp comparisons.

Gallas spent four seasons at Arsenal and even captained the team, but because of that shirt number, he’s still remembered as one of the most controversial number 10s ever.

ANDRIY VORONIN (LIVERPOOL)

▫️Following Luis García, the Ukrainian forward was given the number 10 at Anfield.

Voronin wasn’t technically poor, but he was nowhere near worthy of a shirt once worn by players like John Barnes and Michael Owen.

It was quickly seen as a questionable decision and his performances did nothing to change that perception.

LASSANA DIARRA (REAL MADRID)

▫️For a time, the French defensive midfielder wore the number 10 at Real Madrid.

Given the club’s rich history with that shirt, many fans saw it as outrageous. Diarra wasn’t a creator he was a fighter, a destroyer in midfield.

People even started talking about the curse of the number 10, as his performances were, to put it kindly, inconsistent.

ANDRÉ-PIERRE GIGNAC (FRANCE)

▫️Nicknamed 'wooden foot' by some critics, the French striker wore the number 10 for France at Euro 2016 a shirt once carried by legends like Platini and Zidane.

He started several matches during the tournament, but his performances and overall style felt far from what the number 10 represents.

The criticism was brutal. Some even said this was the moment the myth of the number 10 truly died.

JAMES RODRÍGUEZ (REAL MADRID)

▫️After 2014, James inherited the number 10 at Real Madrid and he too seemed to fall victim to its so-called curse.

He had undeniable talent, but injuries and inconsistency held him back.

In the end, many felt he never truly lived up to the expectations that come with wearing that legendary shirt.