This will be my third World Cup watching Argentina playing in the Final and all of them against Germany. Since 1990, I’ve been experiencing the World Cup in a different due to my family work commitment (which means the only house that I ever watch the World Cup twice was the same house I grew up during my childhood, 1986 and 1990).
Every World Cup for me has its own story to tell. But I’m going to focus on perhaps the two most important ones.
As a six year old growing in Alor Gajah, Melaka; football was yet to play an important role in my life. My uncle changed all that when he asked to sit and watch a match he video recorded (back then, we never had things called downloading, it was all about VCR).
Ironically it was the Argentina vs England match. He was hoping by the end of it, he could convert me into loving the beautiful game. Oh yes he did, but also thanks to a little genius remember scored twice in that game! But I also fell in love with the team he wasn’t rooting for, so perhaps it was an experiment gone wrong for him?
From then on my life changed, I knew the only way for me to love this game was only if there is an Argentine connection to it.
On the eve of the Final, I remember how everyone in my house was talking about the Final. It was hard for me to understand why was this such a big deal but I knew I had to watch this. I asked my uncle to wake up me when the match started (kick off time was 1.00 am Malaysia Time).
When I saw the kick off, I couldn’t understand why the Germans were wearing all green; as I remember seeing all the pre match reviews in the newspaper they were wearing white J.
Then I remember Argentina scoring from a header courtesy of a name which I will never forget, Jose Luis BROWN. After all it was a name easy to remember. Then I remember Argentina scoring again courtesy of VOLDANO and it was all celebration around the house.
After came the two German goals which brought the match level. Frankly, it was difficult for me to digest why would a team after scoring twice, would not score again and allow two goals in? This all seem strange to me.
It was even stranger to me how come the very same little genius that made me fall in love with this game wasn’t scoring in this match?
Then came the pass to Jorge BURRUCHAGA who scored to put us back in the lead which turned out to be the winning the goal. Shortly after that it was all celebration when I saw people were running into the field to hug their heroes.
I could still recall the very moment when Diego lift the trophy, pure joy and pure excitement.
Though it took me a little while to fully understand the game and what really happened on that day; these rough memories from my childhood was good enough to set the path in my life to become what I am today, a lifelong Albiceleste fan.
Now if there is anyone here would like to share what they remember from that beautiful afternoon in Mexico City