Argentina won a comfortable match, played against a second-tier European country. The game displayed the selection was very persuasive. The World Cup 1978 to be held in Argentina was near. The expectations were increasing as the time came debut. Vibrated throughout the country entuciasmo contagious, almost no talk of another subject. Would be as well-deserved vacation to a country that lived stormy times, and the Argentinians, seemed already accustomed to bad news.
There is a fault and the judge interrupted the match. – Look, Menotti’s going to make a change – I hear people say behind my back. Our location, too high in the stands, not to see the players as kids in the ninth. One of them, who seemed the youngest of the boys, to precalentamineto on the edge of the field and enter accompanied by a thunderous ovation. Who is it? – I ask my friend. -Diego – I reply by giving something for granted.
I thought for a while and did not want to go through a football ignoramus, but my curiosity betrayed me. – Whoever knows?, I said to face anything. – What happens to you is Diego Maradona! – And followed in his. The truth is that he had heard about him, but he had never seen him play. The footballing country, which had well-documented, not me. Entrance to field a young and tiny figure, and as the saying goes: “no throw disgusting”, was planted on the court, with the sobriety of one who knows what he does.