How Diego Maradona Made Me A Soccer Fan

It was the summer of 1990 and my parents had taken me and my little brother to Mexico for a vacation. At 15 I was able to go to bars in Cozumel. I can’t recall if I told my parents that was where I was going, though they probably knew. As it turned out, all of the locals and even many non-American tourists were all focused on a sporting event that I, a rather voracious sports fan barely even knew existed, the World Cup. On the early ’90s versions of big screen bar TVs, I saw him for the first time, tiny and squat in his sky blue striped jersey. A magician with the ball whose name I would soon learn was Diego Armando Maradona.

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