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R.I.P. Diego Maradona

… arguably the greatest soccer player. A “great man,” I heard one commentator say. I wouldn’t go that far, but, clearly, very few players have been as naturally gifted as Maradona.

In terms of natural talent, who else is in his class? Puskás? Pelé? Probably. But I know them mostly by reputation. Maradona himself admired Mágico González.

Among those I’ve watched in real time, the two players who stand with Maradona are Ronaldo Nazário de Lima and Lionel Messi. Zinedine Zidane and Ronaldinho Gaúcho, I relegate to the next tier – far, far beneath the others.

It’s also worth mentioning that Romário and N’Golo Kanté have displayed genius in their circumscribed roles. (Kanté works hard, yes, but with an instinctive clarity.)

What, then of such a determinant player as Xavi Hernández – or Johan Cruyff, perhaps the greatest soccer figure of all time (for what he did in management as well as on the field)? They were obsessives, constantly working, constantly scheming to improve. Were they naturally gifted? Surely. But their place on the podium of naturalness is hard to ascertain. The natural ability of Andrés Iniesta is more apparent than that of Xavi. (Iniesta is less conspicuous than Ronaldinho or Zidane, but he might be in their class.)

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Maradona’s other distinction, besides the naturalness of his talent, is the role he played as the “conduit” of his teams’ successes. His teammates floundered badly when he was absent. This was true at the club level and at the 1994 World Cup. The same has happened again and again with Messi. (Cruyff and Xavi also were “conduits” through which play flowed, but, when they left, their teammates were not without recourse.)

Unlike the other forementioned players, Maradona and Messi have inspired cult-like devotion among their teams’ supporters – and in an entire nation. Maradona encouraged this sacrilege; Messi, as far as I can tell, has been indifferent to adulation (though, in other respects, he’s hardly been faultless). In such cases as theirs, talent rather than personality is what has inspired devotion. Fans and teammates will tether themselves even to such a wastrel as Neymar, who is gifted but ultimately rudderless.

One achievement of Maradona’s was that, for nearly two decades, he overcame the idolatry and dependency of his worshipers forcefully enough to deliver the goods.

Three important victories

These last few nights have been good ones for Ecuadorian soccer.

On Thursday night, in Riobamba, our sub-20 team defeated Paraguay to advance to the second round of the South American championship, of which we are the hosts.

Our second goal was a golazo. Our first was narrowly offside, but no less valuable – without it, our qualification would have depended upon the infamous Drawing of Lots.

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In Guayaquil last night, Barcelona staged the Noche Amarilla, the season-starting gala. They played against Juan Aurich of Peru.

Last year, Barcelona’s “guest” player at this gala was the aged Ronaldinho of Brazil. This year it was the aged Uruguayan, Diego Forlán, the best player of the 2010 World Cup. Forlán put on a show, contributing to all three of Barcelona’s goals.

All night, the spectators were fervid. They ignited flares and fireworks. They unfurled a banner with this homage to Barcelona:

HAS NACIDO HUMILDE Y
ERES MÁS GRANDE QUE EL SOL


Meanwhile, a smaller but no less dense crowd was gathered in Sangolquí. Last year’s Libertadores runners-up, Independiente del Valle, were playing in the pre-group stage of that tourney against a Peruvian team, Municipal. When I turned to the YouTube broadcast, IDV were losing. “So much for Independiente this year,” I thought. Then, valiantly, IDV scored in injury time. The Ecuadorians jumped up and down. The Peruvians, disqualified, slumped on the field.

Neymar Jr.

With some dignity, our women lost – narrowly – against the Japanese.

Our men also lost, against Bolivia. But at least we’re not from Brazil. The best Brazilian, Neymar, is a twerp. Brazil is now a nation of twerps. During the Copa América, Neymar has been carded for these offenses: Against Peru: clearing away the freekick foam.

Against Colombia: scoring with his hand (or trying to) and brawling, petulantly, post-match. I grew up watching the likes of Romário, Ronaldo, Rivaldo, and Ronaldinho. But now it’s Neymar. Brazil, what happened?