Continuing the theme of rule breaking genius, El Diego. Not that you needed the link for this one, of course.
It is an undeniable fact of sport that winning is all that matters. Forget that hackneyed old shit you have to say to children about "taking part". That's for the Olympics, where it's hard to cheat without visits to San Fransisco's Bay Area first. Cheaters Do Prosper, provided they get away with it.
It's the ballsiness that makes the Hand Of God so glorious, of course. Firstly, that a man of five feet four should even attempt to give the impression that he could soar over six foot two goalkeeper Shilton to head the ball in. Secondly, the little check to see the goal had been given, before the Balls Out cheek of celebrating at least as energetically as he did for the second. Superbly done. And lastly, the coup de grace, "un poco con la cabeza de Maradona y otro poco con la mano de Dios".
Perhaps if the English weren't so fucking uptight we would be able to appreciate the bare-faced cheek a little better. Certainly there's a great deal of hypocrisy from a country self-righteously dining out on this absurd decision for forty odd fucking years. Even on Friday, Martin Peters claimed in that free rag they give away outside of tube stations that "Roger Hunt would have tapped it in if it wasn't over the line, so it must have been", overlooking the fact that any cursory glance at the 1966 final would have shown that Roger Hunt would probably have failed even at that. I wish he fucking had knocked it in, though. Although England wouldn't have The Only Player Ever To Score A Hat-Trick In The World Cup Final, we might have some moral ground for complaining about goals that should have been given, wouldn't we?
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