Maradona is dead. God is dead.

serialfiller (73)modin Olio di Balena • 3 years ago

For a week now God is Dead.
Between sacred and profane, between blasphemy and conviction, the death of Diego Armando Maradona lived a parenthesis that probably none of us had been able to live in person during our existence.
3 days of national mourning in Argentina, 1 day of citizen mourning in Naples.
What a man has received such glory thousands of miles away and with the same passion.
Private funerals but preceded by almost 1 million visits in a few hours. All with a pandemic to hinder access and visits.
Billions of people moved.
Journalists in tears, former colleagues in tears, fans in tears.
People who had never met or seen him live, in tears.
What Maradona was to the world of soccer cannot be explained.
What Diego represented for Naples and the Neapolitans cannot be explained.
I understand those who do not understand what Diego has been for us soccer lovers and for the people of Naples.
Diego is the revolution.

The revolution of the game and the way of living the game.
A social revolution.
Without him everything ends and everything is lost.
Where today the champions fall at the first blow of the opponent in search of a foul, perhaps non-existent, he would roll only if asphalted but with the only goal to get up and start again, towards the goal, fast and snappy with his beloved ball in his hands.
Where today the Higuain, the Sarri, the Church of this world tear up pacts, abandon fans, sell themselves for the beloved Juventus, for the power and the desire to win easy, he accepted the most difficult place, the club where no one had ever won, the place opposed and vilified by all.
Maradona was freedom, pride, redemption, joy.
He was the idol without abs and full of sins.
He was one of us.
But he was above each one of us.
Deadly and immortal.
Human and yet divine.