Diego

We wanted to see the Bombonera stadium from the inside, but just a week before we arrived in Bs As the Boca Juniors gained the championship, wich ended up with spectaculars celebrations, and sad idiotas watching them from the TV. There was no championship, but there was the possibility to watch el Diego playing for a charity match, well better then nothing, so we went.
He is now kind of slim again, and I would have never bet he could go back to a field, but he was there.
The match was terrible, of course and I will never go again to such an happening. But it didn't matter, because there was only him there, they were calling only him, tired, slow, magic Diego Armando Maradona. He was the last one to enter the green, people imediately went crazy, it was not football, it was "pass the ball to Diego", people clapping every time he touched a ball, every time he kicked the ball, every time he raised his hand to scratch his head, to say bye to the croud...it was not football, it was like if the croud wanted to see the expression of his face once again, the look of champion getting the sphere, his first 2 steps as in the great times, his soul...just that, even if in the end nobody was allowed to touch him. But it was not sad, he is a legend, he has a great mediatic power, people shush in fron of him, journalist would kiss him. plus, he was over 120 kg, a shame, but now he is back, with his show, with his friends, in the field again. And everybody loves him, ooo Diego Diego Diego Maradona!

Ste,
Buenos Aires