“Poor old Diego, for so many years we have told him repeatedly. ‘You’re a God’, ‘You’re a star’, ‘You’re our salvation’, that we forgot to tell him the most important thing: ‘You’re a man’.”
So said Jorge Valdano, one of Maradona’s team mates. They say that whoever you regard as the best player ever to have played the game, depends on the era in which you grew up in. Like millions of others I can still remember watching Mexico 86, the tournament where one Diego Armando Maradona cemented his status on the grandest of global stages as the greatest player in the world at the time, with his overall performance and that goal against England, as well as winning the World Cup with Argentina, he was also awarded the Golden Ball by FIFA.
This was initially published in Spanish and the text is flavoured with Maradona’s colourful use of Lunfardo, and we get treated to such wonderful terminology like ‘Take the cat’s milk’, ‘give the dog its face back’ and ‘let the tortoise get away’ which gives an added authenticity to the feel of the biography. There is a bizarre picture of Maradona included in here that shows him standing naked in a bath, holding his hands over his manhood and underneath it reads, “I have nothing to hide, nothing.” This blatant contradiction between actions and words really sums up the man overall.
We get some interesting background into his happy time at Boca Juniors, though his time at Barcelona would prove to be a lot less happier, as he endured a broken ankle, hepatitis and there was no love lost for the football director Nunez. Of course it was Napoli, where Maradona played his finest club football and enjoyed his most successful period. Looking back, at the sheer depth of quality of world class players from around the globe who were playing in the Serie A at the time, you really get a flavour for the intensity and expectations all round. You had Platini at Juventus, Rummenigge at Inter, Laudrup at Lazio, Zico at Udinese, Socrates and Passarella at Fiorentina, Falco at Roma and Elkjaer at Verona, these were some of the best players in the world and many of them still feature high in countless ‘best ever’ lists around the planet.
In spite of his devastation at not being picked for the 78 World Cup, Argentina still went onto win it without him. He soon bounced back when he played a significant part in the winning side of the FIFA World Youth Championship World Cup (Now FIFA U-20 World Cup) in Japan in 1979. Where he claims that it was the best team he was ever part of. He opens up about the huge disappointment of the 82 World Cup, where he was booted around, not least by Italy’s Claudio Gentile and then being sent off during the 3-1 defeat to Brazil, after “kicking Batista in the balls”.
By the mid-80s he was earning millions of dollars a year, and allegedly turned down a $100 million contract, when IMG offered to buy his image rights. Maradona complains about how many games he played in, this was certainly the case in 1982 when he featured in no less than eight matches in the 21 days between Wednesday 6 and the 27 January US, Hong Kong, Malaysia, Japan, Mexico and Guatemala.
He certainly is never shy to claim credit for any success he was part of, “That’s why, today, any Neapolitan can tell you: Those teams weren’t built by the directors, they were built by Maradona.” He also says, “There are still people who think managers win matches: they’re wrong. There are no tactics without players, and I think that’s not open to debate.” Talking about his on-going fallout with Daniel Passarella, he insists “The true great captain, was, is and always will be me.”
He makes many other provocative claims like his thoughts on Argentina’s opening game of Italia 90, “Cameroon didn’t win, Argentina lost.” This childish attitude is not only insulting to a strong and deserving Cameroon side, but it reveals the extent of his self-delusion. Yes Cameroon did win and yes Argentina did lose. He and Argentina had a messy, inconsistent tournament at best, they managed only one win in the group stages, finishing a poor third, scraping through to the knockout stages. They were outplayed by Brazil but won 1-0 and then couldn’t score against Yugoslavia in the next round and had to rely on penalties. In the semis they couldn’t beat Italy and got through on penalties again. They stumbled into the final of the World Cup having only won 2 games and scoring 5 goals in the entire competition and yet Maradona still believes he was robbed and deserved to win it?
Away from football, he talks about some of his favourite athletes and sports stars in basketball, boxing and F1. He has some recollections of meeting with some other big names like Pope, John Paul II, where he was refreshingly honest as he called the holy one out on some hypocrisy. Though his attitude to Fidel Castro was a bit cringe worthy and really exposed his ignorance of the politics of Cuba in favour of some idealised notion he has built of the place.
On one hand he is shamelessly unapologetic and proud of repeatedly hand balling at World Cups (he admits to doing it against the Soviet Union in 1990), but seems incredibly sensitive to being on the receiving end of others cheating him, when they persistently boot and kick him. Something that has drastically changed since Maradona’s era is that creative players and strikers are now a lot more protected and referees a lot stricter. Back in the 70s and 80s some of the tackling and fouls defenders were allowed to get away were routinely shocking, and to be fair he took a lot of hits from a lot of teams over the years and the offenders mostly got away with it.
Maradona himself seems to be oblivious to the concept of boundaries or self-restraint, in one sense he wants to tell the manager what players to buy, who to sell and what team to pick. If he doesn’t get his way it doesn’t take much to get him in a huff, refusing to play, is one common reaction. And yet when he later dabbles in management with some overwhelmingly mediocre results, he suddenly changes his tune. He recalls one instance when he was managing at one Argentinian club, the owner came into the dressing room to give some advice, Maradona yelled at him, “You motherf@king fatso, what the f@ck are you coming in here to talk to the players for? ”. And yet he routinely tried to tell them how to do their job when he was a player.
"El Diego" is steeped in tears and tantrums and too often immature petulance dressed as Latin temperament allows Maradona to be indulged far too often by far too many people. Yet as his popularity increases so does his apparent sense of victimhood and entitlement. He comes across as an immensely narcissistic personality, who regularly draws from a deep well of self-pity. After a while the constant melodrama and theatrics is exhausting to read, so god knows what it must be like to deal with first hand.
This is an interesting enough read, but I struggled to warm to Maradona as a person. He is a complex and complicated man with no shortage of demons to battle, but for every crisis or perceived hardship he encounters, there always seems to be another scapegoat or baddie to blame it on instead of taking responsibility himself for it. If only he were as willing to take accountability for his many mistakes as he was for his many achievements, but in there lies the mystery and for many the appeal of the man, that volatility and rebelliousness that many would agree gave him the wonderful football skills he impressed millions with. In the end nobody is perfect and without doubt Maradona remains one of the best footballers to have ever played the game, and for most of the people he brought so much pleasure to that is more than enough and all that really matters to them.