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Maradona's merits
Troubled Argentine star a complex case study
Posted: Tuesday January 11, 2000 05:12 PM
Two summers ago I was standing in a hallway at the Stade de France,
roughly an hour before the World Cup Final between France and Brazil.
Pele was a few steps away, surrounded by a thronging mass of sweaty
journalists, all eager to get a word with the great man. The Brazilian
legend was being pushed this way and that, simultaneously giving interviews
in five languages.
All of a sudden, there was a commotion at the other end of the
hall. The herd of journalists turned their backs on Pele and stampeded
past me like a bunch of buffalos in heat, knocking over a FIFA minion and
his stack of papers.
When the dust cleared, I was left alone with Pele, his bodyguards
and one of his public relations flaks.
"What is happening?" a puzzled Pele inquired.
The PR guy sighed and shook his head slowly.
"Maradona is here," he replied.
The mere appearance of Diego Armando Maradona had turned a platoon
of rumpled hacks into a gaggle of hyperactive schoolboys, to the point
where an interview with Pele became near insignificant.
The point of the story is that there is nobody in the history of
the game that elicits the same kind of visceral response that Maradona
does. It is impossible not to have strong feelings about him, one way or
another.
Pele was arguably the greatest player of all time. But his
camera-friendly face and reasoned opinions seem to pop up everywhere these
days. The man is a commodity, a sponsor's dream, loved by all and
reassuringly wholesome.
Not so Maradona.
If Pele is the girl next door you would want to bring home to mom,
Diego is the body-pierced, leather-clad Jezebel, all danger and excitement.
When he was hospitalized last week, some feared it would be a
re-run of those self-destructive rock stars, snubbed out by self-abuse.
Hendrix, Joplin, Cobain ... Maradona. Why not?
As it happened, he is better now and out of danger. Sure, he'll
get another round of scolding harangues from the world press. People will
bring up the Hand of God nonsense and his ban from the 1994 World Cup.
And his fans, blinded by love, will probably buy the party line,
espoused by his mother who insists: "My son is too fat. There is too much
salt in his diet. That's why he is ill."
No, that is not why he is ill. He is ill because he has a
substance abuse problem and the sooner we accept it (as he himself has
done), the sooner we can get over it.
Most agree that Maradona was the largest larger-than-life character
in the game. Which is probably why most either hate him or love him. To
be indifferent to Maradona is to either not love the game or not understand
anything about it.
Oceans of ink have been devoted to chronicling his footballing
Prowess, and there isn't much more that can be added.
Suffice it to say with a little more luck and a lot more good
judgment, he might have even won four World Cups, surpassing Pele.
In 1978 he was surprisingly left out of Argentina's World Cup-winning squad.
In 1986, he led one of the least talented Argentine teams in
history to victory over Germany in the final.
In 1990, after somehow defeating heavily-favored Italy in the
semifinals, 9-man Argentina was bounced out in the final by Germany on a
highly dubious penalty.
And we'll never know how 1994 would have turned out if Maradona
hadn't been banned in the middle of the tournament. Given the fact that there were no overpowering teams in that World Cup, it's fair to say Argentina, with
Batistuta, Balbo, et. al. would have had a decent shot at winning it all.
But what really sets Maradona apart -- and what the English-speaking
press is often loath to give him credit for -- is the fact that he stood up
for what he believed. Sometimes his opinions were valid, other times
half-baked, but he had the guts to speak out.
He was the driving force behind an attempt to form an
"international player's union" a few years ago. Had it worked, it could
have brought some sanity to a game which sometimes appears to be spinning
out of control. It might also have given some power back to the guys who
actually do the work, but have little input in the decision-making process.
Alas, it never came to fruition. Maradona had made way too many
enemies by then. The fact that he was among the first to speak out against
corporate greed and the pervasive influence of television did not help
either.
The flipside came later in his career, when he turned paranoid and
started seeing mafia plots everywhere. In one infamous television
appearance two years ago, he went so far as to call Pele a pedophile, an
accusation as unfounded as it is ridiculous.
Perhaps it was the beginning of the end, the start of a long slide
into insanity.
Or perhaps he knew exactly what he was doing all along and simply
didn't care.
Another factor for which he is rarely given enough credit is his
tremendous will to win. Great athletes go into battle believing they will
triumph and loathing defeat.
Think Michael Jordan or Michael Schumacher. Maradona was the same.
When he moved to Napoli in 1984 for a then world record US$5
million, he joined a team with little talent and even less tradition. In a
magical six year period he led Napoli to two Italian titles and a UEFA Cup.
He played in the toughest league in the world at the time and
triumphed weekly, shooting himself up with painkillers and simply gritting
his teeth when the pain became unbearable.
Nobody, bar Pele, had been No. 1 for as long as he was.
For all his problems, for all his megalomania and personal demons,
perhaps the most amazing thing is the fact that everywhere he went, he was
adored by his teammates.
Perhaps that should be the most telling point. It is very easy to
criticize from afar, but those who were close to him - those who worked with
him every day - had nothing but praise for him.
Some day we may encounter another Pele, another player with his
extraordinary set of skills and talents, another star with the winning
smile and the ability to capture the imagination of millions.
But there will never be another Maradona.
Extra Time
So much for those who thought the World Club Championship
would be a gigantic mismatch. Necaxa wholly outplayed Manchester United,
while South Melbourne managed to hold Vasco da Gama scoreless well into the
second half. Al Nassr's loss to Real Madrid was the result of a lucky
rebound, an unimaginable goalkeeping screwup and a dubious penalty. And
Corinthians' second goal against Raja Casablanca was seen by no one, bar
the referee. The real story is that the minnows have more than held their
own against their big name opponents. Maybe FIFA's idea wasn't so
premature after all ...
London-based Gabriele Marcotti writes a weekly column on international soccer for CNNSI.com. To submit questions or comments to Gabriele Marcotti, click here.
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