As a sports analyst raised in Chicago’s Latin-infused streets, I’ve watched the world dissect Cristiano Ronaldo’s absence from the funeral of Liverpool’s Diogo Jota and his brother Andre Silva. This isn’t just about travel—it’s about legacy, duty, and the quiet erosion of trust when icons choose solitude over solidarity. The data doesn’t lie: he was on a $5.5M yacht in Majorca, while Portugal mourned. I ask not for excuses—but for meaning.