As P G Wodehouse might have put it..

It was, I must say, one of those moments when one feels that the universe, for once, has got its tie straight. Lionel Messi,yes, that fellow with the left foot of an archangel and the demeanour of a particularly modest librarian,has gone and bagged the MLS Golden Boot. Twenty-nine goals in twenty-eight matches, and not a single one of them an accident. The chap has been gliding about the pitch as though he’d misplaced gravity, leaving defenders looking as though they’d wandered into the wrong end of a particularly brisk tea party. Even at thirty-eight, he’s showing the young sprouts how the thing’s done, smiling vaguely while rewriting record books with the casual air of a man buttering toast. Inter Miami’s faithful, of course, are in raptures,half because of the goals, and half because it’s rather pleasant to have a living legend performing weekly sorcery in their backyard. In short, the old master has done it again, proving that class, like a good Bordeaux, improves with time and an occasional touch of magic..