The eternal sadness of David Luiz, football’s clown prince

The eternal sadness of David Luiz, football’s clown prince

16/04/2015 at 18:30Updated

David Luiz likes to make people laugh. His bulging prank portfolio, his hyperactive gesticulations and the way his tongue lolls out of his beaming face are all designed to provoke a fit of giggles. But like all kerazy guys, he must sometimes wonder who is laughing with him, and who is laughing at him.

Wednesday’s Champions League defeat to Barcelona was welcomed as another another side-splitting revue. There was football’s clown prince, twice being nutmegged by the venomously serious Luis Suarez, who only utilised his own circus trick as a means to a very definite end, scoring twice from both maneuverers to all but end PSG's participation in Europe.

Having cost £50 million, he really should be talked about in more revered terms, yet Luiz remains inherently funny rather than convincing, at times seemingly more at home in a joke book than the history books.

Luis Suarez humiliates David Luiz for the second time

Hoddle overlooked the fact that Luiz had been working 12 hours a day to cure himself of a hamstring injury in order to make the matchday squad at all, and was only supposed to play for a portion of the second half before Thiago Silva’s night was ended by injury. As his international team-mate was withdrawn, Luiz risked his tender hamstring to serve his team.

An eight-year-old would have been safely curled up on a sofa watching CBBC, jam sandwiches in hand, being nursed slowly back to full health, but still Hoddle sought to dice Luiz up. And it is not the first time the Brazilian has been damned by infantile association.

Gary Neville’s description of Luiz as "being controlled by a 10-year-old on a PlayStation" has stuck with the Brazilian defender in much the same way that Graham Taylor has always been haunted by the apparition of a turnip, or (thanks to Hoddle) Andy Cole for years was unable to shake off the stigma of a suggestion that he needed five chances to score a goal.

Neville regrets his PlayStation comment, which Luiz took as a sign that the pundit “doesn’t respect me”. But in truth, there have been occasions when the defender does invite such comparisons. Most memorably, his complete loss of composure and control in Brazil’s 7-1 loss to Germany at the World Cup finals.

Brazil’s collective emotional turbulence – evident in the overblown and fraught reaction to Neymar’s injury – was distilled in Luiz. He was a geyser of unconstrained and unfocused passion, erupting in random areas of the pitch as he became completely detached from his position and completely unhinged in his approach. The utter disbelief at seeing Luiz materialise at right midfield as his side were being taken apart in Belo Horizonte was one of the most indelible images of the tournament.

To a large extent, then, Luiz’s wounds are self-inflicted. He is unreliable as a centre-back, even if he is lavishly talented. That’s why Jose Mourinho never really trusted him in the position. But, still, the eagerness to leap on his mistakes and portray them as part of an unceasing comedy routine sit uneasily. His career should be a serious proposition, not seen as a piece of performance art.

Clearly, for whatever reason, his hair plays a part. On a media day ahead of the 2012 Champions League final against Bayern Munich, Luiz was not quizzed about the slinking movement of Thomas Mueller, nor the driving runs or Arjen Robben, but whether his appearance was making him a cult hero with Chelsea fans. There appears to be something about a big bubble of curly hair which magnetically attracts fascination and, at times, ridicule. Marouane Fellaini can testify to that.

Tom Adams - @tomEurosport