After succumbing into a post-world cup depression, stuck in a Spartak Moscow limbo and the bipolar nature of the Russian national team roller-coaster, it must be said that a crazy week of world class football got me back on track as a fan of the big game.

First, it was the High Five drubbing of Real Madrid by Barcelona. When the world is still arguing about the better player between Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo, Xavi Hernandez may enjoy his mushroom picking hobby on his own with the sweet memory of the last three seasons. First, he became a european champion as a national team player, then as a club team player. Finally, he won the world cup and led his club in a history defining el clasico in style. In his style. In his rubberstamped ISO certified playmaker of the decade. Who needs the Ballon d'Or?

And who would need the FIFA World Cup?

Don't get me wrong. Thanks to the support of my government, I got out of my depression, limbo and bipolar illness. Russia 2018 is the best piece of news I've heard in many months. And I'm glad FIFA is thus crazy, I don't care if they're corrupt either. I would pay any amount of money for a great festivity of football. South Africa probably bribed Blatter, Germany probably bribed FIFA too. But any normal person would want to host the world cup in his/her country.

Some journalists are extremely abnormal individuals, who would rather let other nations host a corrupt football, in the name of money saving and moral superiority. I hope the Premiership makes more money and produces more foreign players, because EPL and Champions League are so much better than the World Cup. Right.

Some people pay to buy Cristiano Ronaldo shirt, others pay to bring future Barcelona players to Russia.

Crazy. Magic. Football. Thank you FIFA.