There are moments in sporting history which create legends..give birth to gods who are not only remembered but worshiped for centuries and ages to come. Mexico 86 was one such moment.
Unfortunately I had not the witnessed the moment live. I was only 5 years old and there was no television then.
Unfortunately I had not the witnessed the moment live. I was only 5 years old and there was no television then.
I first came to know about this god sometime around 87 or 88...exactly not sure. I was gifted a poster of Diego Armando Maradona by my uncle and he explained me who the man in the poster is. And from that moment the love started. It was love, worship; maximum and unconditional. Since then I have witnessed many other greats gracing the game; Zidane, Ronaldo, Messi, CR7. But the gap still remains.
When I first witnessed Maradona live it was in Italia 1990 but Maradona was only a shadow of his earlier magic; his passion for game and country notwithstanding. The tournament started on a sad note with a loss to Cameroon and ended with a loss to the eternal nemesis West Germany. I still remember the sadness experienced that night and the tears shed by Maradona while tearing apart his jersey. Sadness of that magnitude was equaled later on only in 1996 when India lost to Sri Lanka in the ICC World Cup Semifinal and the once again in 2014 when Germany beat Argentina by a solitary goal.
The Copa starts today. When Argentina had last won Copa in 93, Maradona was serving a ban imposed for drugs intake
