The best definition of fool has not been created by any real language academy. It is the work of the now deceased Ms. Gump, a citizen of Southern America and mother of one of Apple’s main shareholders in its early days, Mr. Forrest Gump. The lady said while she was sitting peacefully in a rocking chair on the porch of her house in Alabama: A fool is he who does foolish things. And that was how Ms. Gump entered with honors into the gallery of the history of aphorisms. And that was also how the rest of us knew that we could now point out without fear of mistake any solemn fool who crossed our path.
Ms. Gump didn’t want any more trouble than necessary. So she focused the issue on identifying and defining the fool without prejudging him, blaming him or absolving him. Its definition does not assess the degree of intentionality of the individual and whether his stupidity responds to an act of will, such as wanting to be stupid. Nor does she do the opposite, attributing the lack of insight to a capricious trick of chance or to the fact that God, for believers, writes straight with crooked lines. It doesn’t matter if you want to be stupid or if you are stupid because it was your lot. For Ms. Gump, the only important thing, the truly crucial thing, is to answer the million-dollar question: are you stupid or are you not? And her answer is the most intelligent and useful because it is also the simplest: yes, if what you do is stupid.
As things are, there is no possible doubt that for Mrs. Gump, Vinícius jr. He would be a magnificent specimen of fool, a thoroughbred lelo. An almost unique specimen, perfect in its foolishness. Because there is no game in which Vinícius does not demonstrate to the respectable the few lights with which he has been blessed. We are therefore faced with a fool of great professionalism, who does his thing with disproportionate talent. So much so that the proverbial refusal of the family itself to accept the shortness of one of its members has disappeared in this case. Even at Real Madrid they have reached the same conclusion as the rest of the world thanks to Mrs. Gump. Silly is the one who does nonsense. Ergo, if Vinícius does them, even if it is our blood, the meringues think, it will be for a reason. And that something is what it is.
So much talent in the legs and so little in the head. This is how the unbreakable law of currency spends them in the Vinícius case: that every head has a tail. And it’s a shame. Because he could be the best in the world with the ball at his feet, and the racists have given him the opportunity to become their most effective antidote, he remains only committed to what is his, which is nothing other than proving Ms. Gump right. : I’m stupid because I do stupid things. And not just any fool, but number one.