The only thing Diego Maradona could do as a normal person: die

11/25/2020 18:27

• Clarín.com

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Updated 11/25/2020 7:12 PM

-Died.

-What?

-Died.

-Can not be.

-Yes, he died.

It may be that he dribbles six Englishmen in 10 seconds at full speed and at the same time pisses Valdano itches from the other end.

It may be that five minutes before he jumped with his arm tucked up and raised his fist at the right time to first the goalkeeper and leave everyone looking without knowing what was happening.

It may be that he weighs more than 100 kilos and the following year appears in the center of a television studio in a tight suit and an athletic figure.

It may be that he praises Menem, that he puts on a T-shirt with Cavallo's face, that he insults Duhalde and loves Kirchner.

It may be that he turns his back on the same son or daughter who will then give them a hug.

Perhaps the best of all playing is a bad manager.

You can drive a Scania and a Ferrari.

It may be that you cannot walk a quiet block, that you do not know what it is to use a wallet and that you do not have autonomy even on your cell phone.

It may be that they will not let him enter the United States because just when they were about to enable the VISA he said that Trump was Chirolita.

You can be in a rehab clinic in Cuba watching videos of El Chavo.

A tribute from the fans in Villa Fiorito.

(Photo: AFP)

He can stand up Vladimir Putin because "you know that at 10 in the morning it is very early for me."

He can dance and sing better than many stuntmen.

You can get off the drug when it seemed impossible for you to.

It can transform a city like Naples into an eternal temple.

He can fight and befriend anyone and as many times as he wants.

He can quietly, but without luck, ask the director of a clinic where he was hospitalized if he could get him a Fernet and a Coke.

You can go to sleep destroyed and wake up like new.

And the next day do the same but in reverse.

You can have more than one gastric bypass, of course you can, if it's Maradona.

You can ask to have a horse brought to your house and have it there the next day, walking in the park.

You can score a goal from a free kick over the barrier inside the area.

You can lift the World Cup and embrace it like no other.

It can be recognized anywhere in the world.

You can never forget Villa Fiorito.

It can be and do everything that has already been written and will be written today and in the days to come.

And you can die, Diego.

And you can even die

You can die and it is not in an orgy, or at a party surrounded by dozens of friends, or with cocaine on the table, or in your twenties, or in a traffic accident, or due to overdose, or lack of care , not drunk, not shot.

Perhaps that is what he never hinted that could happen.

You can die on any given Wednesday, at noon and at home.

Perhaps his life was so abnormal that his death must be too.

That the script does not allow

But how?

But why?

An Argentinian fan cries in front of a Maradona mural.

(Photo: DPA)

It may be that his last act was one of the few mundane ones.

That the signs were true, that the superhero costume no longer fit him, that the mental problems were more harmful than the physical ones.

That he has left as a 60-year-old man locked in a body and a mind that were capable of doing it all.

No escape: there was only one way to stop being Maradona.

The most normal, harsh, cruel, painful way.

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