Blessed to have lived in a time where we got to watch his magic. RIP Diego Maradona#RIPLegend
This moment I am going to write about you is just an emptiness in my mind Diego .... Even the frozen hands of the snowy night could not quench the coals of my burning memories ... When God turned a blind eye to the prayer that what he heard was not true, the true football god disappeared beyond the curtain of time .. !!!! Diego Armando Maradona ..... In this world without you, we are now alone with the sweet memories of your dreams come true ....
When you leave the stage, all you can do is shake off all the roles you can give between God and the devil. All that is left are a handful of good memories. When you kissed the golden crown that Argentina dreamed of, you were not a star. You were like God to every Argentine fan and football fan. There will be no heir .... Rosario gifted a sleepless night to the streets and Naples.
You will never be known as part of history Diego ... History will be known through you .... Every achievement you have made will be written in gold letters .... Can anyone but you present so many sweet dreams to remember Albicelesta ????
We can not tell, write or describe the wonder of you .... You are beyond words and description .... There must still be people as good as you to fight and lead .... To be honest, you are not something you have ever heard or seen .... I'm not the only one who thinks there is ....
When the morning rays caress my eyes and the new day's hopes to touch my mind, the thought that I am opening my eyes to a world without you is pulling my mind back like a rock ... How can I believe this ... I do not know ... The goal that Messi scored against Nigeria in the 2018 World Cup ... It was another picture that stuck in my mind more than the picture of Messi sitting on the ground pointing his finger at the sky .... that sight that caught the camera eyes in the gallery cheering audience .. !!! As the Prince of Football celebrated his decisive goal on the field, that one face of the football god, who was more excited than anyone else in the gallery, raised his hands to the sky and clasped his hands to his chest ....
Argentina is getting ready to face another World Cup to put an end to years of waiting ... Camera eyes will no longer be on you in the gallery or outside Diego .... Our loss is never going to be made up .... As you said, may you be reborn in Argentina again ... This football world as another Maradona once again May you rule .... May we be able to see firsthand the games we have heard told .... Yes Diego You cannot leave this world ... Legends have no death ....
A football fan named Zero Cardon is starting to say. "I was listening to the transfer news when I was listening to the radio alone in the living room. I turned up the volume on the radio. He's coming to Napoli. I'm a little boy.
Naples has always been the apple of Italy's eye. Naples was a city ruled by drugs and anarchy, while Rome, Milan, and Turin stood tall. The lifeblood of that nation was football. The people of Naples hated Juventus and Milan. There is a quote from Simon Cooper in his book 'Football Against the Enemy'. In Naples, if a man has money, he eats and then goes straight to the football field. It was in the middle of that crowd that a short man named Maradona hit the ball.
Maradona, who started playing for the Argentine juniors' youth team, used to entertain the spectators with his ball practice during the senior matches. Maradona, who adored Rivelino and Jorge Best, made his debut for the club at the age of 16. He later joined Barcelona through Boca Juniors. Maradona, who played for Barcelona for just two seasons, became the first Barcelona player to receive the applause of spectators at the Santiago Bernabeu, the home of Real Madrid. The player then arrives in Napoli.
It was a time when economic inequality and unemployment divided the Italian people into two. Southern Italy, which includes Naples, was synonymous with development stagnation. The people of Naples were seen by other people only as second-class citizens. Maradona was becoming their incarnate man.
Some relationships may seem like a necessity of the times. Maradona and Napoli were one such example. Maradona, who hit the ball in the streets of poverty as a child, was destined to reach Napoli, where poverty and anarchy reign supreme. When he landed in Napoli in a helicopter on July 5, 1984, he was greeted by a crowd of 70,000.
Napoli barely escaped relegation in 1982-83 and 1983-84. They could not even dream of winning a league title. But Maradona persuaded them to dream.
In the final league match in 1987, Maradona and his team-mates defeated Roberto Baggio's Fiorentina to win the Scudetto, which they had previously considered inaccessible. It was the first time a team from the southern part of Italy had won a league title.
Napoli later added the Coppa Italia, UEFA Cup and Italian Super Cup to their list. Maradona was filling the fullness of his career at Napoli.
Maradona's ways were all different. Maradona brought the beauty of his legs off the field every time he joined Boca Juniors, which represents the working class in Argentina, and performed in Naples, Italy's worst city.
Naples: Maradona's superiority stood out. Maradona's graffiti filled the streets. With the arrival of Maradona, Naples also took place on the tourism map of Italy. The name Maradona has permeated the cultural landscape of Naples.
Bruno Alcidi, the owner of a coffee bar named Maradona, has set up an altar next to his shop. Along with a picture of Maradona, they also kept a piece of Maradona's hair there called 'Amazing Hair'. This hairstyle was received by Maradona and his team on a return flight from Milan in February 1990. Maradona, along with Napoli, represents the people and culture of the country, and the player is still able to remain in a position that no other footballer has. There is only one God in football.
It is the God of the people of Naples. Real Diego Armando Maradona.
Maradona will be remembered as long as this beautiful game lasts.
The smile of that short man holding the World Cup in the sky blue jersey will last forever.
The movements he created on and off the field will stand out in the same beauty.
You have no death, Diego.
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