Summary

This is a heartfelt tribute to the late Argentine football legend Diego Maradona, highlighting his impact on a generation and the sport of football.

Abstract

The webpage is a poignant tribute to the late Argentine football legend Diego Maradona, affectionately referred to as D10S. The author, Harun Reşit Aydın, reminisces about Maradona's humble beginnings in the streets of Lanus, Buenos Aires, and how his rise to fame paralleled the growth of a generation. Maradona's human qualities, flaws, and magical touch on the soccer ball are fondly remembered. The author laments the commercialization of football and the loss of its rebellious spirit, which Maradona embodied. Despite his wealth and fame, Maradona remained a symbol of hope for the oppressed and a beacon of resistance against the capitalist system. The author dedicates the tribute to Maradona, expressing that his memory will live on as a never-ending love.

Bullet points

The webpage is a tribute to Diego Maradona, a legendary football player from Argentina.
Maradona was born in the streets of Lanus, Buenos Aires, in 1960.
The author recalls Maradona's humble beginnings and his rise to fame.
Maradona's human qualities and flaws are remembered, as well as his magical touch on the soccer ball.
The author laments the commercialization of football and the loss of its rebellious spirit.
Maradona is remembered as a symbol of hope for the oppressed and a beacon of resistance against capitalism.
The author dedicates the tribute to Maradona and expresses that his memory will live on as a never-ending love.

There was once a God named D10S…

…the Azure Dream of Ours.

It was the Lanus streets shining brightly on the morning of October 30th.

As the calendar was pointing the year 1960, the voice of a newborn child was raised from the desolate, pink building of the district.

Unaware was today’s children of this baby garnishing our dreams…

It was that rising light coming from far, far away, from a place called Buenos Aires, warming the cockles of ours, my, and the hearth of a great generation.

Our very first acquaintance was a forbidden drawer of my brother, where his signed shirt was hidden inside. I was just a preschooler and fiver years old. Instinctively I said azure when the teacher asked what my favorite color was. I remembered that number 10 hiding in the drawer.

As we were running after a soccer ball, the bread that my mom prepared would contribute to the talks while we commemorated you.

Just like a sun rising above the poor districts, you were the hope. As you grew up, we grew up with you!

The hope was being able to catch a glimpse of you on our black and white television while our homework was waiting in our schoolbag.

Do you know what I liked the most about you?

You were a human, just like one of us. Fortune was not in your favor. Fame was not an easy thing in our streets. There was not a created hype of nowadays Messi’s and Ronaldo’s, it was about a real human with all of his flaws, but also magic we have never seen before.

I can’t forget how you glided away on that green field while everyone was pulling at you! Your touch on the soccer ball, that aesthetics…

It was an orchestra not soccer that you made us watch.

You were like a flower grown in the mud. Beautiful, elegant but a flower who could not run away from his faith.

Years later, as you were talking about your regret, we cried together for the days we’ve never lived. I wish this azure dream of ours lasted longer. But it did not, just could not.

Diego Harun has grown up now. He began to work. He is no more getting beaten by his mother for you. He no longer has those shoes in the mud...

He’s a writer. Bought himself a home, a car, lacking nothing. What matters in this world is money in the end isn’t it? He’s rich, just like you. This was the goal, was it not?

But you showed us the other side of the medallion. We were the captives in this world who are in the clutches of capitalism.

We were no longer watching the world in black and white. We were no longer standing by the oppressed!

There wasn’t a new Falkland war in England matches.

There was no uprising. This system took our only unconquerable castle, the green fields. We all were left stranded in the middle of an unfinished book, our story was not written.

All that left behind was the bitter smile, Armando!

Azure was our dream, our jersey, do you remember?

As you took your last shot, you were a never-ending love...

Dedicated to Armando Diego Maradona who was a hero for a rebellious generation longing for its past…

We will never forget you, D10S!

‘‘La vida es una tómbola De noche y de día La vida es una tómbola Y arriba y arriba..’’

with beautiful memories.

Author: Harun Reşit Aydın