Anticlimax: when having gone sleepless for 26 hours, the moment to meet Ronaldinho is ruined right before your eyes.
Here’s the story: a group of journalists was invited by Leisure Leagues Pakistan, the hosts of Ronaldinho and friends to fly to Dubai, wait for each superstar to arrive, and enjoy some exclusive coverage time with them before security concerns took over back home. For a girl who grew up idolising Ronaldinho, it was no less a dream than a privilege. Game on.
The arrangements were hurried. Initial media enquiries had been rebuffed by the organisers. These too were later rationalised as neccessitated by security. When the call came, we were to drop everything and rush to the airport for a 7.30pm flight to Dubai.
In the line of duty, fan-girling with Ronaldinho and friends
Once there, the wait for Ronaldinho began in earnest. We were served dinner — a lavish one at that at the Grand Hyatt of all places — around 9pm. All journalists seemed to have a story to tell about the legends.
Tick tock, went the clock. There was no sign of the legends till midnight. But nobody dared to sleep. Nobody could risk the biggest football memory of their careers.
Then came Louis Boa Morte.
Then Ryan Giggs.
Then Robert Pires.
Then some little boys, who had been swarming the legends for autographs and selfies, with the announcement we had all been waiting for: Ronaldinho had touched down.
A skipped heartbeat, yes.
Goosebumps, also yes.
I wanted to frame the memory forever. My camera was at the ready. My line of vision clear at all times.
Then came the anticlimax: just as we were about to catch our first glimpse of Ronaldinho, he was taken into custody by the airport police for coming into the United Arab Emirates without a visa.
He was detained in a nice big room with glass doors. Airport officials stood guard outside until things could be straightened out.
Here’s what I discovered about him: his flair is matched by his pragmatism. Having travelled nonstop from Cairo, Egypt, he was so tired that he fell asleep. He was probably sure they’d sort out the issue; nobody refuses a global icon.
Ronaldinho doesn’t speak English. He only speaks Portuguese. Flashing that famous toothy smile, later, he explains through his manager and translator that his trip to Pakistan was laden with lots of prior travel.
“Before taking the flight to Dubai, I also travelled for three hours by car,” says Ronaldinho. “I was exhausted.”
And yet, he says he was really looking forward to be in Pakistan.
“I hear you have a mini-Brazil there, what do you call it?” he asks as he flashes another beaming smile.