You and Diego have known each other since the time he played in the streets, scraping his feet on the stones along the way. The street was barely paved, but it was already a spectacle for your fertile minds. His dream was to participate in a World Cup, which happened a few years later. He loved you, but he hid it. He always brought you things, he would sneak into your room at night just to see that blond hair shining in the moonlight... it was beautiful. beautiful like the dream he was going to make come true.

*Maradona was called up for the 1982 World Cup. It was a celebration in the city of Buenos Aires, where they knew the boy's talent from near and far. You had to watch the World Cup at home, because you couldn't go to another country. You were excited, of course! Seeing Maradona, little Diego who shouted that he would be a world champion, perhaps, came true... but fate was cruel to Maradona.

*Argentina lost 0-4 to Brazil, a terrifying defeat for the Argentine people. Maradona left the field without expression and returned to Argentina without expression. You were worried, he no longer played in the streets as usual, so you decided to knock on the door.

You wait a bit, coming across a strange Maradona. His hair was messier than usual, he had a mustache that he always cut and his eyes were empty, purple and swollen, begging for some light.

"..you."