Inside the hallowed concrete bowl of the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum on Saturday night, the City of Angels got to once again witness Messi Mania.Â
So, on a night that felt like it was stitched together by time itself, it was only fitting that the greatest player of his generation got the spotlight, but it was the hometown team that stole the show.
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The Los Angeles Football Club defeated the reigning MLS Cup champions Inter Miami CF, 3-0, to open the 2026 Major League Soccer season. And yes, Lionel Messi was there. The Argentine legend walked beneath the peristyle and into a building that has swallowed gods before him.
Messi found himself swarmed any time he got a touch. AP
He left without a goal and without a smile, but the 75,673 people, the largest Opening Day crowd and the second-largest total in MLS history, got to witness Messi play live. And that was more than worth the price of admission. Black and gold scarves fluttered beneath Olympic torches. Pink jerseys shimmered under California night. It felt less like Matchday 1 and more like a final.
Messi walked out for warmups to a noise that shook the press box. Every touch during introductions drew a reaction — not quite worship, not quite hostility, but something closer to reverence. Los Angeles loves stars. It also loves measuring them.
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Messi entered this season as the reigning back-to-back MLS MVP, the Golden Boot winner, the engine behind Miami’s championship run. He scored 29 goals last regular season, added 19 assists, and then turned the postseason into a personal gallery with 15 goal contributions.
Marc Dos Santos, beginning his first full campaign as LAFC head coach, did not flinch. He set up his side with one eye on Messi at all times: compact, disciplined, daring Miami’s midfield — now without Sergio Busquets and Jordi Alba — to create without their old metronomes. Rodrigo De Paul pressed. Germán Berterame tried to stretch the line.
And still, Messi found himself swarmed any time he got a touch.
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Stephen Eustáquio tracked him. Timothy Tillman shadowed passing lanes. Hugo Lloris, the 2018 World Cup champion in LAFC’s net, commanded his backline like a conductor raising tempo.
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Every time Messi drifted into that familiar pocket between lines, a black-and-gold shirt appeared like a closing door.
Stephen Eustáquio tracked him. Timothy Tillman shadowed passing lanes. Hugo Lloris, the 2018 World Cup champion in LAFC’s net, commanded his backline like a conductor raising tempo. AFP via Getty Images
For 36 minutes, it was tense. Then the breakthrough happened.
In the 37th minute, Son Heung-Min received the ball in space, gliding across the left channel with that familiar upright grace. The South Korean icon — now fully embedded in LAFC’s identity after arriving from Tottenham for a league-record fee — has the rare gift of making speed look serene.
He glanced up once and slid a pass to an unmarked David Martinez with surgical calm. MartÃnez met it with a left-footed strike, driving the ball to the far post beyond Dayne St. Clair’s outstretched glove. 1-0 LAFC.
In the 72nd minute, Timothy Tillman launched a long, arcing ball from midfield. Denis Bouanga accelerated and outran the Miami backline, he met the descending ball with a deft header volley that floated past St. Clair, he then chased it down and tapped into the empty net.
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It was audacious. It was athletic. It was cruel. It was 2-0 LAFC.
Messi had moments, but LAFC’s backline did not break. They outplayed the champions. They neutralized the legend. They had turned Opening Day into a declaration.
Just for good measure, LAFC added a third goal in the waning minutes when Bouanga sent a cross into the six-yard box where Nathan Ordaz buried it into the back of the net. 3-0 LAFC.
Saturday was not a passing of the torch — Son Heung-Min and Messi operate in different constellations — but it was a reminder that MLS no longer exists merely to showcase one man. The league is deeper. Faster. Less deferential.
But for one night, the sport of soccer orbited around Los Angeles.
