Napoli Juventus 1 0 1985 1986 Magia di Diego Armando Maradona con radiocronaca di Enrico Ameri

I am truly sad, and it rarely happens to me because for me, death is a natural part of history, even from young ages, from suicides, from those who were killed...
But for Diego, I always felt something beautiful, an innate feeling. I couldn't hate him right from the start when I was a young kid going to the Curva Nord and Napoli was among the contenders for victory.
Also because I remembered that 1986 that had just concluded, that World Cup won truly by him alone, that perfectly diabolical fate that, for once, lent a hand in the right way... right with the English... here, only a Great One can do what he did, and not just in football. I have his face after the goal against Nigeria... “I’m here, bastards”... but they took him out. Drugged, fried, exaggerated, son of a good woman... but I’ve known well people who played with him...
He's always against the powerful, the mafia of power, UEFA, Platini, and all those little kids...
I’m really sorry, Diego, but make them have fun wherever you go.