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nnnnO argentino voou para a Espanha na companhia da família, menos de 24 horas após jogar pelo PSG.
nnnnLionel Messi chegou, ao final da manhã de sábado, no Aeroporto Josep Tarradellas Barcelona-El Prat, menos de 24 horas depois de ter ajudado o Paris Saint-Germain a derrotar o Angers, por 2-1, com uma assistência para o gol de Kylian Mbappé.
nnnnDe acordo com o jornalista espanhol Gerard Romero, sempre bem informado a propósito da atualidade do Barcelona, o jogador argentino voou acompanhado da família… e de “14 malas”, fazendo, de imediato, ‘disparar’ os rumores.
nnnnLembrando que o atacante, de 35 anos, termina contrato com os atuais campeões franceses no próximo mês de junho, sendo que as mais recentes informações oriundas da França afirmam que o destino de Messi está cada vez mais longe do PSG.
nnnnUma situação que tem aumentado as esperanças do presidente do Barcelona, Joan Laporta, que nunca escondeu que veria com bons olhos a possibilidade de recuperar o jogador que, há apenas dois anos, perdeu, a ‘custo zero’.
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