i grinned when, after one goal of argentina in the group, the whole staff on the bench gathered in a pack to rejoice, and he was left out. after a ridiculous attempt to join the group, jumping at the asses the other had turned to him, all he could do was face the field and show his teeth to the cameras – as if he had any merit.
i hate maradona. i’m not going to say anything new or original, absolutely nothing. i just hate his guts. irrationally, wrongly, disproportionately. his place should have been in a jar filled with alcohol, right after he was born.
because he’s short. little more than a dwarf. i hate the ambition of those shorties who need to prove.
because he is and he always was ugly, with his hunchback and his ridiculous belly for the balance.
because he’s laughable. he’s as unfit in that suit, as the pope in bermudas.
because he knew so well to play the ball with his feet, he needed an extra-one. hand of god?!?! boo, chimp!
because he was a cheater. they caught him too late. he was a despicable drug addict, which can explain many of his ‘exploits’.
because he received the coach position on a silver plate. what did he accomplish beforehand in training to deserve that?!
because he posed next to fidel castro. and fidel castro is little different from the other idiot mentioned here.
because with all that, argentina might slay germany, or even win the cup, of course.
none of these would justify hatred, if taken separately. on the other hand, when you put them together, they make up the most intolerable result: an overestimated buffoon, whom idiots often call ‘a genius’.