Soccer fans are lucky to live in when two geniuses are all the while making the case to be the best part throughout the entire existence of the game — and luckier still that we can watch the challenge between Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo play out, all week every week, live before a worldwide crowd of billions. Because of YouTube, I can observe great recordings of their most convincing exhibitions, and of each objective they’ve ever scored.
At the point when Diego Maradona was having a special interest in the title of best ever, a large portion of the world could just get a quadrennial look at his virtuoso, when he showed up for Argentina in the ’82, ’86, ’90 and ’94 World Cups. Experiencing childhood in India during that period, I never observed features of his exhibitions for FC Barcelona or Napoli (a city where he’s actually viewed as part divinity, part sovereignty).
There are presently some video features online that protect a grainy record of him in his pageantry — including THAT objective against England in the Azteca Stadium on June 22, 1986. However, these lone allude to what he was able to do. They don’t comprise adequate supporting proof to the contention that he was the best ever.
What makes it harder still is the considerably more difficult to find proof for petitioners of past ages: Hungary’s Ferenc Puskas, Spain and Argentina’s Alfredo di Stefano, Brazil’s Pele, the Dutchman Johan Cruyff, Germany’s Franz Beckenbauer, et al. That they played under various conditions and controls, and in various positions, makes the contention disputable, in any case.
We can’t, at that point, know whether Maradona was actually the best to have kicked a ball.
All things considered, I’m here to contend that he was the best ever. Also, my case lays on the straightforward reality that he, more than the wide range of various petitioners named here, came nearest to opposing the proclamation that soccer is a group activity.
For the majority of his vocation, Maradona played in groups that did not have some other world-beating players. Run your eye down the rundown of the Napoli crew with which he vanquished Italian soccer in 1986-87, and there’s not a solitary another player who might make it to a Serie A lobby of notoriety. He had a somewhat better supporting cast in the Argentina sides that he took to two World Cup finals — winning it in ’86, and coming excruciatingly close in ’90 — yet no one would contend that Jorge Valdano was to Maradona what, state, Jairzinho was to Pele in ’70.