Once upon time, Giovani Dos Santos was the face of the Mexican national team and an up and coming Barcelona player.
Life was good until it wasn’t.
Gio was supposed to be the golden boy. The man to lead the new generation of Mexico to glory, but opted to party instead, and after bouncing around with half a dozen teams in Europe, he resides in LA and plays for the Galaxy.
He was a lost cause and a wrecking ball of sorts, ruining his own career and possible success in Europe.
For the Galaxy, he was a gamble; a player full of tricky ability and goal scoring prowess for club and country, but a track record of getting lost in the sauce.
If you ain't got no sauce then you lost. But you can also get lost in the sauce.
— Allergic to Clout (@TrudyExE) September 5, 2016
In an unforeseen turn of events, like Beckham’s moment of madness against Argentina in the the ’98 World Cup, Giovani has resurrected his career in a place where parties and drinking are commonplace and where every coke line is accompanied by another line.
I can’t imagine it being easy for Gio, but his play has reflected the change in heart and an obvious change in mindset.
Without Robbie Keane, Gyasi Zardes, Steven Gerrard, and others, Gio has become a one man wrecking crew up to in recent weeks. Scoring goals, dishing out assists, and dribbling past players like no one’s business. He’s back to his old magical self.
So, Gio, it’s about time you head back to help out Mexico.
After the deflating defeat against the Chilean Army of Alexis Sanchez, Arturo Vidal, Eduardo Vargas (with his dope ass Jordan neck tat), and the pitbull Gary Medel, Mexico is in need of new blood and some help defending.
Gio dos Santos offers a rare ability to take people on from the middle of the pitch, slip a ball in, and have a go from distance. He’s a motherfucking baller.
Get Carlos Vela back into top form, combine Chicharito with Vela, and have Gio play underneath.
Go out and prove me right, Mexico.