The young architect said to the old writer who is his age-old friend: "At 38 years old, running like a wild horse, shooting divinely like that is truly legendary. It's true that "the older the ginger, the spicier it gets," isn't it? The old man laughed. "People just think old ginger is naturally spicy. It's not true. It's grown in good soil, with irrigation water, sunshine, and cared for. One ginger root is uprooted and thrown in the desert, no matter how spicy it gets, it becomes dried ginger." He burst out laughing: "Are you talking about Messi and the Argentina team?". He nodded: "People see three goals, but pay little attention to the support of teammates, from tackles, passes, attracting opposing defenders so that Messi can freely show off his talent. Imagine behind Messi is a team where he likes to walk, defenders are busy taking selfies, goalkeepers take the opportunity to sell goods online to watch, then where can they get 3 goals
He leaned his chin: "It sounds like my architecture profession. People usually only see the architect's name on the drawings, but behind a house is a whole team silently contributing to make it stand firm and have a soul." The old man pointed to the screen: "Messi is the lighthouse. But the lighthouse only shines when there is a whole system behind to supply electricity." Then he continued: "When I was young, I thought success was a personal matter. Like a tree standing alone in the middle of a field. Now I know that underground is a whole network of roots intertwined. The tree is big not only because it is good, but because the earth does not abandon it. So individuals can only shine when there is a united collective supporting behind.
On the screen, Messi is being hugged by his teammates after the third goal. The old man pointed: "You see? The most beautiful photo is not when he shoots into the net. But when the whole team rushes to hug each other. Because the goal belongs to one person, but the joy belongs to everyone." He sipped coffee and laughed: "It turns out the ginger gets older and spicier, but to become a delicious dish, there still has to be a whole pot of broth.
He laughed: "People talk about philosophy, but you think about cooking pho". He said: "Because I see life is just like a bowl of pho, uncle. Having a slice of old ginger is really fragrant. But eating only ginger, no one can swallow it." He laughed loudly and then silently said: "The last life is not the story of the most shining people. But the story of people who know how to make each other shine together. And perhaps, that is the most beautiful spicy taste of old age. Not spicy because they are better than others, but spicy because they understand that no one becomes Messi if they have to play alone on the field.
