criticise me!

I am going to begin writing reports on the football matches i go to in the hope i might get to a standard of writing where I'll be able to submit articles to online magazines.
In order for me to be able to do this I thought I'd post my 'write ups' on here and ask people to critique my style. I would be very grateful of any feedback because I think the only way for me to realise any possible potential I may have is for me to receive constructive criticism from others. Cheers and here's my first:

Barcelona 1 - 0 Villareal

I'm going to make a bold suggestion, I'm going to put my head on the line and offer, in all sincerity, that Lionel Messi is God. So many people worship to a 'god': a creator of miracles, a healer, a supreme being, but what do they hold as evidence of supremacy for such worship? Belief? I believe, but I believe because I've seen. -Tonight. Tonight, with my own eyes I saw the miracle worker, the healer, the supreme being. Lionel Messi is, without doubt, the greatest talent on this planet.

Few magicians can deceive so many so called 'equals', on an even playing surface, so many times over. Few tap dancers can move their feet so quickly and few ballerinas with such grace. Few weavers can lace and intertwine their way so intricately through such tight (and mobile) gaps. And certainly no one person can do all of these in tandem, barring my Lord, Lionel Messi. And what makes me love him even more is his attitude. Players find it hard to get near him and when they do they often foul him, to which his response is nothing more than to get back onto his feet and get on with the game. There's no play acting with him, no complaining to the referee, just a shrug of the shoulders, a shake down and an eagerness to get the ball back at his feet. Brilliant.

At the final whistle of Barcelona's 1-0 Copa Del Rey Quarter Final win, Messi was one of 3 Barcelona forwards jubilantly walking off the pitch having given a masterclass, with exception only perhaps in the finishing, to a Villareal team lacking the quality that some of the names on their team sheet may previously have promised. The other two forwards, who before little Lionel's arrival, tussled for the accolade of World's Greatest, are but mere disciples to the boy wonder...and they know it. Ronaldinho Gaucho and Thierry Henry must wonder where this shining light has come from as they struggle to play alongside one another. No he's not from the skies or the outer limits boys, he's from Argentina and he is able to play alongside both of you!

So Ronaldinho beat Henry to that crown of world's greatest for two years running and in that time I would have told you that Ronaldinho was in the same class as the footballing kings Maradona and Pele. I have seen Maradona DVDs and I have seen Pele DVDs, and Ronaldinho at his best certainly is of very similar breed. Whether or not he recaptures his best will determine the length of his legacy. The Nou Camp crowd certainly hope he does. Eruptive chants of 'RONNIE RONNIE' as he came off the bench to warm up substantiated their belief in his ability. On the pitch, however, he was noticeably a little off the pace (perhaps inevitable of one returning from injury) but nevertheless didn't fail to provide a few little gifts of magic that epitomise his lore, especially when combining with His Holyness The Lionel Messi.

Barca had already secured the deciding goal on 41 minutes courtesy of a Thierry Henry header from a free kick won by Messi. It was a mazy, full pace run from his own half to win the free kick and make Pascal Cygan's name the first in the referee's book. No less than two minutes later Messi was at it again, and if the last one was mazy then this was jinking through a labyrinth of yellow shirts to be brought down only a few yards from the box by that man again. Cygan was off and Messi got up to take the free kick which was acrobatically turned round the corner by Villareal shot stopper, Diego Lopez. 'MESSI MESSI' (they're not the most original round here) was the chant at half time.

The second half saw much of the same as the first, except for Robert Pires who was sacrificed at half time to patch up the Cygan-less defence. Barcelona had the lion's share of possession and played some beautiful football but perhaps just lacked in a top quality finisher in the abundance of creators. The master creator, needless to say (though i take much pleasure in doing so again) being Lionel Messi, gave one reminder that he is actually human in the 76th minute by missing a penalty won by Bojan Krkic.

Of course only after a career can a player be truly judged but I do believe that Messi has been blessed with more talent than the 3 kings. My god is a mortal who doesn't walk on water but he makes me and thousands of others walk on air.