Mesut Özil’s biggest moments are so minimalistic that one can scarcely grasp them; to me they seem like the intensification of the most beautiful concentrations of one-touch soccer. Özil’s moments are short and have a scarcely tangible substance - like those elements in particle acceleration that only exist in microseconds. He allows a quick pass to run past him at the last moment, instead of stopping the ball; he stops the ball and stands suddenly above it, so that his opponent loses all his balance and control; then he plays passes, that seem to come out of nothing as from the depths of space.