Imo, historical revisionism occurs when people try to pretend that Rossi is a noble competitor who loves a fair fight or that Rossi is the Pontiff of the Church of MotoGP. Rossi's abilities are real and his titles are earned, but he has shown his inner diva since 2004. Time has endorsed his move to Yamaha b/c HRC continued to play politics with riders until very recently, but most of Rossi's ontrack and offtrack maneuvers have put a heavy patina on the high gloss finish he sells to fans. Patina is valuable b/c it has a desirable realism to it, but pretending that Rossi's gloss hasn't oxidized is like pretending the Statue of Liberty is not green (or French).
In 2004, Rossi was caught cleaning his grid position. Later during the GP, while trying to come from the back of the grid to win, Rossi chucked it down the road and put Sete back in contention. Rossi cursed Gibernau as a psychological tactic. The tactic was not successful b/c 4 GPs later, Sete had forced Rossi into a mistake at Jerez which put Sete on the brink of breaking the curse and taking home glory in Spain. Rather than suffer ignoble defeat (and learn from it), Rossi barged Sete off the road in the final turn. Imo, Gibby was ultimately broken by Rossi's gloating, his impetuousness, his impunity from FIM sporting regulations, and the indifference from the fanbase regarding Jerez 2005.
In 2006 and 2007, Rossi alleged that Michelin was the reason he couldn't win. The vitriol started just a few rounds into the 2006 season. The haste of his complaints demonstrated that Rossi's persistent development ethic was just a facade to cover his inner diva. After two seasons of limited success, he was seen skulking around paddock with Dorna officials and MotoGP technical partners. After 3-4 emergency tire meetings, Dorna made only one change for 2008--Rossi to Bridgestone. While I don't believe that Rossi's new tires were the only change for 2008, it is the one thing we can be certain of, and it is the version of history that 99% of all fans embrace.
During 2008 and 2009, Rossi became the GOAT, but his tribulations since 2010 have turned him back into the trolling diva who uses more psy-ops than skill. He famously gave the "it's him or me" ultimatum to Yamaha. It backfired. He retreated to Ducati after Lorenzo endeared himself to Yamaha executives and Bridgestone executives by running ideal lap times at a majority of the races. 2011 has brought another Jerez incident. Jerez 2011 is like a mixture of Qatar 2004 and Jerez 2005, imo, b/c he crashed during a Don Quixote charge from the back of the grid AND he took out one of his championship nemeses.
History has shown that if you apply pressure to Rossi, you never know what you are going to get. If Rossi succeeds he is the lovable GLOAT. If Rossi fails, he will use whatever means necessary to restore himself to the top step of the podium whether it's surreal talent or bogus curses, bogus racing moves, or bogus political games. Valentino Rossi, the chivalrous people's champ, is merely a character in the international sports drama called MotoGP. Valentino Rossi, the unscrupulous, hyper-competitive political animal, is the GOAT who seemingly always manages to ride his way onto the top step of the box no matter the odds and no matter the collateral damage (to himself or others).
Rossi is the poison. Rossi is the antidote. Embracing a single dominant personality trait (pro or con) is embracing an oversimplified, dichotomous version of historical events. Rossi is moody, modal, and modest (he likes the US b/c no one knows who he is), but on the track he is something very different.
If I were to narrate the story of his life, I would steal the narration from Casino and adapt it:
Anywhere else in the world, I'm just a skinny, undisciplined Italian who hates school and loves to play. Always looking over my shoulder, always being hassled by other people about my decisions; but in MotoGP I'm Valentino Rossi #46. I'm not only the GOAT, but I'm basically running an international sporting competition, and that's like selling dreams for cash. I hired an old Pal, Uccio, and I went to work...........MotoGP is like a morality car wash. MotoGP does for us seaside dropouts what Lourdes does for humpbacks and cripples, and along with making us legit, comes cash, tons of it. I mean, what do you think I'm doing in the desert at midnight in this yellow kangaroo suit?
It will be interesting to see if it ends the same way:
Before I ever ran MotoGP, or got my shoulder blown up, Valentino Rossi was a hell of a Grand Prix rider, I can tell you that. I was so good that whenever I was penalized, I could still win, and it changed the sporting regulations for international competition. I'm serious, I had it down so cold that I was given paradise on earth. I was given one of the biggest sport franchises on earth, MotoGP.
[Uccio]
It should've been perfect. I mean, he had me, Uccio, his best friend, watching his ass...and he had more crumpet than he knew what to do with. But in the end, we ...... it all up. It should've been so sweet too. But it turned out to be the last time that street guys like us were ever given anything that ......' valuable again.