I, on the other hand, want to remember him like this.
Because you have to take all of Maradona. Because when you fall from that high, the crash is felt everywhere, but you have to stay up high, really high.
And how do you explain Maradona to someone who wasn't there that night in May '87, when the next morning we were all - ALL - in the streets celebrating and no one thought about going home.
Even I, just a kid, could feel that sense of redemption, of rebirth....
Which, well, was just another lie, since we're always talking about football.
But I can understand the Argentinians humiliated by a shit war started by two shit governments, rejoicing like crazy at that hand goal.....
He was the greatest.
An awkward body with a foot that could only belong to a mocking god in the body of a boy who never grew up.
Only football can tell certain stories.
And yes: someone like Diego couldn't grow old.....