I am a Maradona fan. And yet I will say that justice had been done yesterday. A player who had declared his retirement, and still came back to fulfill his dreams, justice had been done to him, to his cause of dream fulfilment.

The amount of fame and weath he had already achieved, the number of Ballon d'Or he had bagged, he could have not shouldered the huge responsibility of bringing his country another World Cup. He could just not have bothered.

Was this just to have him seated on the same throne as Maradona? Or, was it to honour the grit and mettle of a quiet boy, the resolve that supplies life to a defeated man?

Justice had been done yesterday. Had Messi not won the World Cup for his country yesterday, the defeated people in all nooks and corners of the world would have lived a life of defeats, not knowing the taste of a brilliant comeback.

It was being presumed that the match would be of either Messi or Mbappé. The match was of the both of them. In reality, a fairytale was born yesterday. A fairytale also ends with poetic justice. Justice had been done yesterday. Look at that picture, the fingers of each crossing those of the other. A star is handing over his empire to another star.

Justice has been done. Football has come out victorious.