Wednesday 25th November 2020
A trip to collect a book. A day doing work that needed doing. A day to walk with a friend in the afternoon. It is the day when news of Maradona’s death came through.
He died aged 60. He had a heart attack when home alone. Nine ambulances arrived at the house. None of the paramedics were able to revive him. Imagine the scene as yet another ambulance screams up the street with a crew pumped up with the belief that they might be able to save Argentina’s hero.
He had already been taken into the hands of God.
I spent some time looking at videos of his footballing exploits. He was a remarkable player, a football genius. One of the greatest of my lifetime. I can only resort to clichés. Others have written more and better tributes to him than me.