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Those who have been close to him, those who knew him in recent months, those who really loved him, say that his hell ended, his torment. Cause this was now the life of Diego Maradona. And this had become him: a tired man, confused, emptied, sick, now hostage to his demons and a shameful fight between clans, all hunting for their money, your advertising, your slogans. A fall into the void that began or rather began again two years ago and accelerated by too many excesses, fromAlcohol abuse, now his main opponent, the worst enemy along with psychiatric drugsI, of whom I was a prisoner.
Even when he went to the bench with Gymnastics, the team that had hired him in 2019 to relaunch an opaque image, many times he was not lucid: the ruthless catwalk to which he had been forced on his sixtieth birthday, on October 30, had traveled the world: bordering on disrespect, as if to take advantage of his generosity, unlimited at least as much as his talent. But it was too important the myth expositionIt had to be polished and carried in procession to the end, to the end, despite everything, despite everyone.
Politics also asked its part, with the Peronists of President Alberto Fernández who had made a formidable testimony especially for the most humble social classes, a new Evita, a new Che. To each his part, indifferent to the fact that his conditions had long been worrying, as everyone in Argentina knew very well.
Even the constant public assurances that followed the November 3 surgery to remove a clot in the brain looked more like a ruthless marketing operation than an actual reconstruction of the situation. We noticed in the postoperative recovery process some bouts of confusion that the omnipresent Dr. Leopoldo Luque, his personal physician, admitted, only to add that we also danced together. The truth is that he was no longer well, Diego. In the head and in the body. The depression, the fear of Covid, the flagrant limp in the knee, finally the brain operation. It was no coincidence that after the surgery it was decided not to return him to his home in La Plata: it was too dangerous to stay so far from the trustworthy Olivos clinic in downtown Buenos Aires, where he had been operated on. His clan had thus chosen to rent a villa in Tigre, in the elegant district of San Andrés, some forty kilometers from the capital, so that they could quickly reach the hospital in the event of a sudden deterioration in health conditions. Exactly what happened. Except Maradona didn’t leave that house alive. The resuscitation attempts made by the medical staff treating him around the clock were unsuccessful.
Cardiorespiratory arrest took him away, verse 12 Argentines, 16 Italians. The intervention of ambulances, ninereportedly The Nation. When they arrived, the sirens sounded, awakening the spring stillness of the exclusive neighborhood that houses the second homes of the rich in the capital, on the Tigre River, the former Pibe de Oro. he was already dead. And to think that in the morning he woke up fine, he had taken a walk in the garden, he had been examined by the psychiatrist and the nurse and everything seemed more or less in order. Then he went back to bed. IT IS never woke up, discarding the world with a dribble of your owndivine and diabolical, forever removing the football, As the Clarn, to whom Diego entrusted his spiritual testament a month ago: I was very happy, football gave me everything, more than I imagined. Without the drugs, I could have played and won a lot more.
The epilogue did not surprise those who were really close to him. He needs help from his family, his psychologist Diego Díaz warned two weeks ago. His family was long gone, along with the happy days.. After his loving parents died, even relationships with his first wife, Claudia, were cut short. They only heard through lawyers, complaints and insults through social networks were no longer even news. And relations with the first two daughters, Dalma and Giannina, were also very difficult. A year ago Giannina, the second of five children of four different women, had launched a very harsh accusation against Diego’s court.: They are killing my father. Who answered dryly, again via the Internet: he is only interested in the inheritance, but he will not receive a penny.
Son Diego jr, had by the Neapolitan Cristina Sinagra in 1986, learned it from Italian television. Even he has struggled to overcome the curtain of managers, lawyers and self-appointed men of trust to have sure confirmation of the news of his father’s death.
Claudia, with Dalma and Giannina, were the first to arrive in the town of Tigre, only Diego’s lawyer, Matías Morla, confirmed the news. The last hug a a man and a father too big, too bulky, too much to be only them, only one team, only one people, only one world.
November 25, 2020 (change November 26, 2020 | 07:57)
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