Maradona

The 1986 world cup is one of my first memories about football, and they are about one of the great’s footballers ever to have walked on earth. Diego Armando Maradona. When I watched a video of Argentina against England and the goal he scored, that stuck on my mind every day of my life, it was a miracle that planet earth was not knocked out of its axis when more than a billion people leaped at the same time.
I would play football in the park with my friends and try to do he’s same skills. When Maradona had the ball and went pass players he did it with slick finesse just like a football god. Running past player like a ghost, no one touched him, but who a player fouled him he would just bounce of a carry on.
When he walked into any stadium you could hear the roar of passion of all the people inside it, I could imagine with the amount of noise the stadium would rumble like an earthquake. When he went to play for Barcelona he was treated badly because Spanish football was very thought, but when he went to play in Italy for Napoli, even the pope himself went to watch a match because of him.
The hairs of that back of my neck stand up when I see him play. I shrive like I’m in a room that is minus ten degrees.


He loved football that why he always went back, he was like a yoyo always up and down. Drugs and alcohol that watt he did outside of the pitch, but inside the pitch he was like a magician. He was not only a footballer but some people say he was like a freedom fighter or a revolutionary, with is status he said what he wanted.
When he goes to a conference about equality and walks in the room is as if Maradona brings in the smell of revolutionary gun powder. He always helped the poor, because he uses to be one.