Childhood has a sweet smell. And childhood memories are sweeter. Childhood icons never grow old.
I have grown up seeing his dribbles, head fakes, goals & wins. Savoured things written of him as much as saw of him. Saw those golden legs, ‘God’s hand’, curly hair carelessly leaning over the forehead to respect his innocent face. Was spell bound by the aura of a champion, bearing of a star, apple of our eyes!
They say that the champion gets up when he can’t. With exceptions he got up. In his life, on the field, in our eyes. He was the champion of the champions. Entertaining us, inspiring us, winning for us and with us.
Everyone has to go. And sadly, childhood icons do go away! But they don’t go too far away from us. They can’t. We need them. Our childhood is with them.
RIP… Diego Armando Maradona