I was asked by one of my Twitter followers to write a throwback article like I did for the previous matches.
Instead of the usual stuff, I’m going to do a throwback in a different approach or in a more nostalgic way. Just like what I’ve shared about the World Cup in 1986.
Now it’s time for me to relive the moment from 1990. Oh boy, many things have changed in my life by then.
I was already into my fourth year in primary school; which means “no staying up late as you need to be in bed early for school tomorrow” problems for me. Not to forget by now, I fully understand how the game works in every aspect unlike four years ago.
But the biggest change in my life was that the same uncle who made me love football and Argentina wasn’t around back then. He had moved to the UK and for some family reason, we have lost contact with him for almost 18 years.
Despite of all the restriction, I made it a point a try my best to watch Argentina play even that means sneaking out of my bedroom in the early hours and watch the games in silenced mode. I had to do that when we played against Russia, Romania, Brazil and Italy.
Thank God the opening match was on a Friday so that wasn’t issue but was gutted that we lost to Cameroon. Believe me I was looking forward to the game for almost a week and couldn’t even sleep during the days before that.
The most difficult games for me to watch was against Brazil and Italy.
What did you expect when you already had to watch in silence mode, can’t make any noise or else you might wake up the rest? It was painful and torturing to know you can’t do anything when Diego nutmeg those Brazilian defenders and pass the ball to Claudio CANIGGIA. Or when Sergio GOYCOECHEA made those saves against Italy.
At least for the final, my parents was kind enough to allow me to skip school so I can watch the game as they knew just how much Argentina means to me.
Just like for many, this final wasn’t too exciting as the one before but still it was a nerve wrecking moment from the start. Still remember how mad I was at the Italian for being a sore loser when they started booing the National Anthem. Was even more pissed on the German antics for having two of our players send off.
I knew everyone was raving so much about Germany but personally I didn’t care as I always believe our team will pull through, as they’ve done in the previous round. I just had this believe if we hang on until the very end we will succeed in the penalty shoot-out for the third straight time.
What I didn’t expect the penalty will come too soon, not for us but for the Germans. Still I had this believe that El Goyco will save this one for us but….
With five minutes left, I refuse to believe that it was all over for us as I knew Diego will surely have some used magic in him but that didn’t happen.
Then the referee blew the whistle, I felt like my whole world came crashing down.
I will never forget the images of Diego shedding his tears after receiving his runners up medal. It was more significant to me than the tears that people like to overrate about from that World Cup.
But I had optimism in me and reason to believe that the day which I remember from 1986 will come back someday. It’s only a question of when? Thus the journey of this long awaited day has started from me.
A lot has happen since that sad day for me in 1990.
Moving from one place to another, personal break ups, graduate and started working, been doing this and that but still have always remained an Albiceleste supporter.
Not to forget, I’ve manage to get in touch with my uncle again. Had the opportunity to visit him with his family in the UK three years ago and became a fan of Huddersfield Town J (perhaps he was the missing good omen from 1990).
Now with almost 12 hours to go before the final, it’s time to believe that the day is finally upon us. God willing.