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Whoever thinks Maradona was a football player couldn't be more wrong. And we're not going to talk here in terms of hero, legend or anything like that. For better or worse, despite who weighs him, Maradona was fundamentally- Argentine . With all that implies.
A few years ago, Spanish journalist Santiago Segurola wrote that Argentina is “ a Maradoniancountry: excessive, genius, self-destructive, surviving, vain, depressive and always contradictory. It is not easy to know if Argentina is the metaphor of Maradona or Maradona the metaphor of Argentina.”
Talent, excellence, skill, ingenuity, courage, vividness coexist in Maradona. Destruction, duality, imperfection, recklessness. The extremes, all: the good and the bad. Maradona condensed the Argentine being from end to end . With all its nuances.
There were those who loved him in spite of everything and there were those who hated him — too — in spite of everything. But both sides surely have one thing in common: they are reflected in it . Some see their triumphs projected, they see clearly why we are the best in the world. Others see Argentina's irreverence in their maximum power, and that gives them brutality, embarrassing them. Maybe because, at some point, it's also part of themselves.
Maradona is the goal for the English , the first and second. The Hand of God and the Goal of the Century. The one who goes outside the rules and the one who comes directly from another planet. Picardy and divine gift. The two sides of a coin that were embodied in it. The two sides of a coin representing each of us who had the joy of being born in these lands.
“With my illness I gave advantages. Do you know what player I would have been if I hadn't taken drugs?“, said Diego once. And maybe he was right. What is sure is that it shouldn't have been easy to be on your skin. Charge with the mote of national hero , with the most magical legs in football history, with the unconditional love of one country (or several).
Diego Maradona is, too, the class struggle . The fulfilled dream of those who live on the margins. The rematch of the poor, the displaced, the villero . The paddock boy who became the king of the world. And he put the world at his feet. “I grew up in a private neighborhood in Buenos Aires. Private of electricity, water, telephone...” he joked. But the fact that it has reached the highest — in a way — unworthy the upper classes and makes the lower classes proud.
There are those who believe that he is not worthy of the aura that covers it, that he was a good footballer and nothing else, which should not be taken as an example. There are others who think it is not possible to separate man from the player: Maradona is all together, in heaven and in hell.
It is the metaphor of a country accustomed to falling and rising . A country that is full of talent, but does not finish taking advantage of it at all. A country that is self-boycotting, which is the best in the world and the worst in the world, all at the same time. It's pride and embarrassment.
Diego was a man, yes, but a man who synthesized in his being many other men and women. It is no accident that, wherever we go, the first word that is pronounced after we say Argentina is “ Maradona .”
After all, if Maradona is God , all Argentines are made in his image and likeness.
Have a trip, Eternal Diego. Today, finally, you became immortal.
Publication Date: 25/11/2020
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