48/48 🇦🇷 Argentina.
D10S.
In Spanish, God is Dios. Diez means 10. Put them together and you get a name for eternity.
Everyone knows what Diego Armando Maradona achieved on the pitch.
This is about what he meant to the people.
What truly makes him the greatest of all time.
He was born in Villa Fiorito, one of Buenos Aires' poorest slums. No running water. His first football was a sock stuffed with rags. His father was a bricklayer who left for work at 4am and "arrived home dead."
His neighbours called him Pelusa, the Fuzz, because of his wild hair as a boy. The name stuck in Villa Fiorito long after the rest of the world knew him as El Pibe de Oro.
"I want to be the idol of the poor kids of Naples because they are just like me as a youngster in Villa Fiorito."
He never forgot where he came from. And the world's poor never forgot him for it.
Argentina in 1986 was a country still open and bleeding. The military dictatorship had disappeared 30,000 people between 1976 and 1983. The Falklands War had humiliated the nation two years before the World Cup. Hyperinflation was destroying what remained. A country stripped of its dignity, its identity, its faith in itself.
Then one man from a slum in Buenos Aires picked up a football and gave it all back. He didn't just win the 1986 World Cup. He carried a broken nation on his back. "He was our revenge against everything that had been done to us."
Then Naples. Italy in the 1980s was divided between the rich industrial north and the poor, humiliated south. When Napoli came to visit the northern clubs, banners hung in the stands: "Welcome to Italy." The message was clear, Naples was not really part of the country.
When Diego arrived in 1984, Barcelona tried to squeeze extra money from the deal at the last minute. The Neapolitans responded by making collections in the streets, from the packed tenements of the Spanish Quarter to the Camorra-run district of Forcella. Poor people giving what little they had to bring one man to their city.
He saw what they had done. He understood immediately. "I am one of you."
He won them the Serie A title in 1987. Their first ever. And again in 1990. Two scudettos the north had never thought possible from a city they had never taken seriously.
Neapolitans didn't celebrate. They wept. Because it was about more than football.
The 1990 World Cup semi-final was played in Naples. Italy vs Argentina. The Italian media demanded Neapolitan loyalty to the national team.
Maradona spoke first. "Naples has always been mistreated by Italy. Why should you support Italy now?" He divided Italy to the bone. Half the crowd cheered for Argentina. Italy never forgave him. Naples never stopped loving him.
When he returned to Naples in 2005 for a gala match, grown men cried in the stands.
It all happened in the stadium that carries is name since the day he died.
November 25, 2020. Aged 60.
Argentina declared three days of national mourning. His body lay in state at the Casa Rosada, the Presidential Palace, the same building from which Eva Perón had once addressed the nation.
Hundreds of thousands queued through the night to say goodbye. In Naples, people painted new murals before the sun came up. In Ghana, in India, in Palestine, people who had never met him wept.
Then 2022. The first World Cup after his death. Argentina won.
Some things cannot be explained by football.
Then 2023. Napoli won the Scudetto for the first time in 33 years, their third ever title.
In the Spanish Quarter, under the mural on Via Emanuele de Deo, people left flowers and candles and wept again.
He was watching. He is always watching.
El Pibe de Oro. El Pelusa. D10S.
Today his murals cover the cities of Naples and Buenos Aires.
In Naples: the Spanish Quarters, which has become a pilgrimage site for tourists and football supporters from around the world. San Giovanni a Teduccio, Rione Sanità and his old training ground Campo Paradiso in the Soccavo area. You cannot walk through a single neighbourhood without seeing his face.
In Buenos Aires: La Boca, where a giant mural faces La Bombonera. La Paternal, where Argentinos Juniors gave him his first professional contract. A 45-metre portrait covers an entire building on Avenida San Juan in Constitución. The giant mural in Canning was created to be seen from planes that take off or arrive at the Ezeiza International Airport. The entire city is an open-air museum.
The greatest footballer who ever lived. A boy from a slum who gave the poor of two continents something no politician, no government, no institution ever gave them.
Dignity. Pride. The unshakeable belief that someone from nothing could conquer everything.
D10S. 🇦🇷
In the coming weeks, we will dive into his greatest World Cup moments on the pitch. So stay tuned.
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🚨 “WOW!” Joe Rogan Was Absolutely Mind-Blown By This iPhone/iPad Addiction Hack 🔥
His guest, Chase Hughes, dropped the ultimate parental (and personal) life hack:
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Joe’s reaction? A shocked “Whoaa!”
The trick? A simple red color tint filter in your device’s Accessibility settings. It strips away the bright, colorful, dopamine-spiking visuals that keep us (and kids) glued to screens, while also cutting blue light for better sleep.
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Works on iPhone and iPad. You can even set a triple-click shortcut to toggle it instantly.
Declaraciones de Jurgen Klopp a ZDF, sobre la reanudación del juego retrasada por el árbitro, durante el cooling break del México-Sudáfrica para que terminaran los comerciales de algunas cadenas de TV:
"Esto es el fútbol siendo tomado como rehén por ejecutivos en oficinas con aire acondicionado".
"Estos supuestos 'descansos por el calor' nos los vendieron como un escudo para el bienestar de los jugadores, una noble espada contra el calor. ¿Pero en realidad? No es más que una jaula dorada construida para patrocinadores. Cuando vi a los jugadores parados durante un descanso por calor mientras los tiempos de televisión dictaban el ritmo del partido, no pude evitar preguntarme: ¿a quién está sirviendo realmente la Copa del Mundo? ¿A los aficionados?, ¿A los jugadores?, ¿O a los anunciantes?".
"Un partido de la Copa del Mundo debería fluir como un río. En cambio, estamos construyendo presas en medio de él para que los comerciales puedan pasar. Eso es peligroso para el espíritu del juego. El fútbol alguna vez fue el evento principal, pero ahora corre el riesgo de convertirse en la música de fondo de un espectáculo publicitario. Nos dicen que estos descansos son por el bienestar de los jugadores, y por supuesto la salud de los jugadores importa. Pero cuando el juego empieza a doblar sus rodillas ante los tiempos de la televisión, la gente va a hacer preguntas. El balón se supone que es la estrella. No un descanso comercial".
"La Copa del Mundo es la catedral del fútbol. Sin embargo, a veces da la sensación de que la hemos convertido en un centro comercial donde la caja registradora recibe más respeto que el propio partido. Si este es el futuro, entonces el fútbol ya no está siendo interrumpido por los anuncios. El fútbol se está convirtiendo en la interrupción entre los anuncios".
⚽🇷🇺 La Rusia del malvado Vladimir Putin durante la Copa del Mundo 2018:
- entrada gratuita sin visa para todos los aficionados
- trenes gratuitos para desplazarse entre las 11 ciudades anfitrionas
- autobuses locales y metros gratuitos
- sin precios dinámicos o reventas para las entradas
- controles administrativos simplificados
- ninguna prohibición de estancia discriminatoria
- ningún asiento destinado a los aficionados suprimidos
- sin registros humillantes a la llegada de los jugadores como si fueran criminales
- sin disparos o incidentes violentos durante ese mes
When Celtic were travelling to Milan for a Champions League game, Charlie Mulgrew and Paddy McCourt were sitting on the team bus with Jamie Church, the club’s head of security.
Church was always around the players. But that day, he was not himself.
Mulgrew and McCourt noticed straight away.
So they asked him what was wrong.
Church told them he was stressing about an incident that happened at the weekend.
He had gone over to the Green Brigade section during a game because someone had been acting up and throwing flares, and so he kicked them out.
For a security chief, that should have been normal enough.
But for Mulgrew and McCourt, it was too good to leave alone.
Church went up the back of the bus on the way to the airport, and the two of them started planning it.
“We need to get him.”
Paddy changed Mulgrew’s name in his phone to his brother’s name.
Then Mulgrew started texting as if he was Paddy’s brother, who was meant to be in with the Green Brigade.
The first message was.
“Who’s this Jamie Church?”
“He’s put one of the Green Brigade out.”
“There’s a big banner going up tomorrow night in the San Siro.”
Then they showed Church.
“Paddy’s brother has just text.”
“He’s in with the Green Brigade and wondering who this Jamie Church is.”
Church started panicking straight away.
“You’re joking?”
“Oh no you’re joking me.”
Then the messages kept coming.
“Jamie Church must go.”
“Jamie Church you’re not one of us.”
The more they showed him, the worse he got.
At one point, he put his glasses on just to read the texts properly.
“You are joking?”
Church could not understand how Paddy’s brother would know about it.
“How would he know that?”
“He’s part of the Green Brigade.”
“What have you done?”
Churchy tried to explain himself.
“I just put a boy out.”
“He was acting rowdy and I think he had flares.”
Then Mulgrew and McCourt turned it back on him.
“You can’t do that to one of the Celtic fans!”
By then, Church was in pieces.
“I need to tell Peter Lawwell.”
When they landed, Mulgrew and McCourt went straight to Lawwell first.
They told him the whole thing.
“Peter, we’ve got Churchy on toast here.”
They did not know whether he would tell them to stop.
But Lawwell started laughing.
“Right no bother.”
“We’ll keep it going.”
So when Church went over to him at the luggage carousel, Lawwell played along as well.
“I don’t know what we can do.”
Church was nearly crying by the time they finally told him on the bus it had all been a wind-up.
Then once he knew it was not real, his whole mood changed.
“I knew you were both just winding me up.”
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@Footballtweet Diego , at a time when security etc and religion wasn’t such a twisted topic in news sat in the Vatican and called the pope “ Amigo “ while telling him to sell his gold ceiling etc to end poverty 😂
@Footballtweet More different. Times have changed . Players are coached and more governed to what they have to say and do ( sponsorships etc ) and not to mention to be very cautious with words as social media twists stuff said .