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I just finished watching this documentary
Look, he carries his own share of responsibility—after all, it was his life on the line—but you can't honestly pin the whole damn thing on him alone. The environment played a massive role in how things unfolded; there were just too many moving parts. You need a certain kind of mental fortitude to handle that level of pressure, and unfortunately, he just buckled under it all
Back then, they were winning everything in Miami—everything was perfect, everyone was treating him like a god. But even before the 1990 World Cup, he actually wanted to leave that place. He knew the weight of it all was becoming too much, and he even told the club president. In the end, he stayed. If he had left when he had the chance, maybe he could have escaped the fallout and kept playing. Then came the World Cup in Italy. His Argentina had to face the host nation in Miami... honestly, the sheer tension of it makes you sick. Of course, the locals in Miami were rooting for Italy—who else would they cheer for? When Argentina knocked Italy out on penalties, the crowd turned on him. Why? Because he was playing for his country. What did they expect? That he’d somehow sabotage Argentina? It makes no sense. Later, everyone was booing the Argentine anthem during their match against West Germany. Maybe he expected some solidarity from the Italians since he played in their league and felt at home there, but they just turned their backs on him. That’s when the spiral really started—the accusations, the doping tests, the bans, the whole mess
There was one moment in the film that really haunted me—that vacant, hollow look in his eyes after the 1990 World Cup while he was in Miami. They were at some dinner, and he was just staring off into nothing. The cameras were rolling, people were trying to get him to smile, but you could see it... he was just completely broken by it all
As for the personal stuff—the child he had with that woman, his later relationship with his kid, and all that—I’m going to pass. That’s private business, and frankly, it’s none of my concern
Look, he carries his own share of responsibility—after all, it was his life on the line—but you can't honestly pin the whole damn thing on him alone. The environment played a massive role in how things unfolded; there were just too many moving parts. You need a certain kind of mental fortitude to handle that level of pressure, and unfortunately, he just buckled under it all
Back then, they were winning everything in Miami—everything was perfect, everyone was treating him like a god. But even before the 1990 World Cup, he actually wanted to leave that place. He knew the weight of it all was becoming too much, and he even told the club president. In the end, he stayed. If he had left when he had the chance, maybe he could have escaped the fallout and kept playing. Then came the World Cup in Italy. His Argentina had to face the host nation in Miami... honestly, the sheer tension of it makes you sick. Of course, the locals in Miami were rooting for Italy—who else would they cheer for? When Argentina knocked Italy out on penalties, the crowd turned on him. Why? Because he was playing for his country. What did they expect? That he’d somehow sabotage Argentina? It makes no sense. Later, everyone was booing the Argentine anthem during their match against West Germany. Maybe he expected some solidarity from the Italians since he played in their league and felt at home there, but they just turned their backs on him. That’s when the spiral really started—the accusations, the doping tests, the bans, the whole mess
There was one moment in the film that really haunted me—that vacant, hollow look in his eyes after the 1990 World Cup while he was in Miami. They were at some dinner, and he was just staring off into nothing. The cameras were rolling, people were trying to get him to smile, but you could see it... he was just completely broken by it all
As for the personal stuff—the child he had with that woman, his later relationship with his kid, and all that—I’m going to pass. That’s private business, and frankly, it’s none of my concern