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The genius friend

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The genius friend

The first thing you notice in the window of the bookstore, are the refrigerator magnets. “I loved you, but when tried you me the buitenspelregel to explain.’ “I loved you, but then I went on Erasmus.’ “I loved you, but then made quotation marks with your fingers.’ Altroquando, a stone’s throw of Piazza Navona in Rome (‘Yes, we know where Piazza Navona is’ is the message on the door), is a marvellous place where it is easier to impinging on books where you have not guessed, then find what you were looking for. They have a real sense of humor. The novels of Elena Ferrante are advertised as having a fluorescent arrow on which in capital letters is written: ‘The author signs next week Thursday at 20.30 hours.’

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Filip Joos

The genius friend

Diego Maradona played 188 matches in the shirt of Napoli. belga

The first thing you notice in the window of the bookstore, are the refrigerator magnets. “I loved you, but when tried you me the buitenspelregel to explain.’ “I loved you, but then I went on Erasmus.’ “I loved you, but then made quotation marks with your fingers.’ Altroquando, a stone’s throw of Piazza Navona in Rome (‘Yes, we know where Piazza Navona is’ is the message on the door), is a marvellous place where it is easier to impinging on books where you have not guessed, then find what you were looking for. They have a real sense of humor. The novels of Elena Ferrante are advertised as having a fluorescent arrow on which in capital letters is written: ‘The author signs next week Thursday at 20.30 hours.’

My eyes fell on a cover with a stylized drawing of the hand of god. Even in Rome, the city where Michelangelo hand-is not without merit on a ceiling painted, they think than to Argentina-England at the world cup 1986. Maradona è amico mio is called the book. I read a few sentences, was of my socks blown. Yes, Pele and Messi come a little squeak, but this book is so much more than a round of ” who is the best footballer of all time?’. It is a bildungsroman, Marco Ciriello describes in blistering phrases, how his life is interwoven with that of Maradona. I know the feeling. In Italy asked me how is it that I am speaking the language. ‘Learned at school’, I reply, and then invariably another question follows: “But why?” Then I answer: ‘By Maradona.’ I was twelve when the RAI on the cable came, sucked each half of Maradona at Napoli in me, and decodes the melodic language in crabbed summaries, felt in the grey Belgium connected with the blue of the south Italians, looked fascinated to the savage cups on the sun-drenched bleachers, and to the symbiosis between the city, stadium and a unique footballer.

Ciriello was his idol nabijer. From the terrace at his home, high in the beautiful district of Posillipo, he looked down at the house of the Maradona’s. Claudia waved occasionally. Our terrace at home, saw the garden, my Gulf of Naples was the confluence of the Schelde and Durme, a quarter of cycling. You should already have many imagination in the brief ascent of the dike to create a reflection of the Vesuvius to see, but the aha-erlebnis when reading was no less. Also Marco Ciriello was a journalist and made several world CHAMPIONSHIPS on the perstribune. By Maradona.

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The book is also a collection of essays, about what it is Maradona, and about what it is in the era of Maradona to life. Ciriello belongs to the group of boys that the footballer in the morning, before his door, halted, and on bicycles and motorcycles chase to the training centre, they are swarming behind him, the halo of the star. He realized then, but also he is one of the countless people who Maradona in the course of his life being hunted. Therefore, he is entitled to write, especially when he is in a swirling style Maradona’s oerdribbel against the English drop: ‘That goal which hoisted him above the great men of the earth, and revealed him the rest of his life would accompany it: his loneliness.” The triumph of the solitude to bear the tragedy of it.

There is no better biography of Maradona, just because this book, with Maradona as a centrifugal force, Maradona also transcends. You read about the too early died father of the author, about Buenos Aires, the Foolish Mothers there, about Naples, slums, and those in power, friendship, and jeugdliefdes. About life. Ciriello was there in Munich, saw the most famous warm-up from the football history with his own eyes, but was blind for the returnwedstrijd of the final, in Stuttgart, because of a girl. A week later she gave him all the bons, you can feel the pain still shrines, not for that girl, but for his own faliekante estimate of the order of things.

Ciriello is not purely reflective, clean, and hidden, he also anecdotes. About Ricardo Bochini, for example, the idol of the young Maradona. Their careers schampten each other, just five minutes, they stood together on the field. In the company of eleven Belgians. Maradona had the semi-final against the Red Devils decided with two incomparable goals, and saw just before affluiten his dream will be fulfilled, when his childhood hero even if raids.

Five years later Maradona in Buenos Aires arrested. The press is geïnviteerd, in the flash shows Maradona’s face the havoc that drugs wreak. But he is still able to two magnificent quotes, in the hour of what was then his death seemed to be. Against the officer and that the surgery resulted, he said, ” Make that your tie is well, you get the history.’ And the medallion with him toebeet: ‘Jerk, you were the hero of my children’, he replied: ‘Klojo, the only one who will be the hero of your kids, got you!’

Marco Ciriello wrote a stunning book. I hope him the next european CHAMPIONSHIPS or world cup to meet in order to reminisce of the time when Maradona the body was where our existence turned around. And yet, what unites us is that we are not with him positive about. We realize that there is, however, much ‘but toens’ have been in Maradona’s life, enough to have hundreds of refrigerator magnets to fill.

Only starting out who else with us, not with ‘I loved you’. Our love for Diego Maradona is not a thing of the past.

Filip Joos is voetbalcommentator for the VRT and Play Sports. His column appears weekly on a Saturday.

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