Lionel Messi has expressed uncertainty about continuing his playing career in the wake of his father Jorge’s passing. Jorge Messi died at 68 on August 8. The Messi family had announced during the World Cup on June 18 that Jorge was facing health issues and under medical care.

After Argentina’s match against Algeria, Messi explained that his emotional response to scoring two goals was due to “some difficult, complicated days.” The 39-year-old shared a heartfelt message on social media, revealing his struggle to cope after his father’s death, who had been a crucial influence on his career as his agent and manager.

All I ever did was play football, and now I have a fair few doubts as to whether I’ll carry on doing it for much longer, Messi stated. He lamented his father’s passing before they could conclude his career together.

While Messi’s team has seen various changes over time, including advisors and counselors leaving due to disagreements, the bond between Messi and his father remained strong. Jorge Messi served as Lionel’s agent and business manager.

Before his son’s rise to fame, Jorge worked as a supervisor at a metal factory in Rosario. He also coached at the local Grandoli soccer club, where Lionel began playing. Jorge accompanied him to Spain for a trial at Barcelona in September 2000, leading to Lionel joining the La Masia academy and eventually a 21-year career at Barcelona, scoring 672 goals in 778 appearances. Messi later joined Paris Saint-Germain in 2021, before moving to MLS with Inter Miami in 2023, where he currently plays.

Even Cristiano Ronaldo, Messi’s long-standing rival, showed his support, posting on Instagram, A huge hug to you and your loved ones during these difficult times, Leo. Stay strong.

Lionel Messi’s full statement:

Dad, I still can’t believe you’re gone. I can’t get my head round it — or rather, I don’t want to. It’s so hard for me to imagine that I won’t see you ever again, that we won’t talk anymore. I know you were suffering and that this is for the best, but you left us far too soon. We still had so much left to enjoy together.

You kept asking me to play in the last World Cup, and it was just days before it started that you took a turn for the worse. It was the first time you weren’t going to be at a tournament, but Mum kept telling me you’d get better and that you’d be well enough to travel. I’d tell you that we’d make it to the final so you could travel.

Every time a match ended, I’d wait for your message and miss it. That’s when I realised the situation was really bad. Even so, I couldn’t stop thinking about getting as far as possible, to give you time to watch a match. We reached the final and you couldn’t be there. I wanted to win it so I could take it to you and show you another trophy. I couldn’t do it, my legs wouldn’t carry me any further. This time I tried to go against my physical limits, but I couldn’t. I never managed to feel right.

When I got back, you thought we’d lost the final on penalties. We couldn’t talk about any of what had happened. You couldn’t enjoy any of it. We didn’t win the title, but you have no idea how much we enjoyed every match. Once again, you were right: I had to be there and play.

I’m telling you this because it was the only thing we couldn’t talk about, because you already know all the rest. We spoke every day and saw each other whenever we could, depending on my commitments.

I don’t know what I’m going to do without you; I don’t know how to carry on. All I ever did was play football, and now I have a fair few doubts as to whether I’ll carry on doing it for much longer. You were by my side from the start, we were so close to the end. Why didn’t you hang on just that little bit longer so we could finish it together?

I know that your happiness came from seeing your family doing well — your wife and your children, and above all, without the others finding out, watching me play…

Ever since I was a little boy, it was always like that. You’d take me to every training session as soon as you got home from work. Mum used to take me to a lot of them because you were working.

Of course, you never missed a single match. How you suffered watching me and how you enjoyed it, even though you never showered me with praise.

You were a dad, a friend and a representative. You were always the person you needed to be at every moment, and you never got anything wrong. Despite the odd reproach or argument, you were always right. In the end, things always turned out as you said they would.

I’m going to miss you so much, but you’ll always be present, and above all in bringing up my children, because I’m teaching and raising them as you both did with me.

Rest in peace and look after us from up there, just as you did here. Thank you for everything. I love you, dad.