And in the end....there was a final to bring an end to my trip down the Mexico '86 portion of my World Cup memory lane.
Diego Maradona had been spectacular and getting better with each round. When West Germany came back from 2--0 down with two goals in the 74th and 81st minute, the stage was set for Maradona to have the final say. It's easy to say this in hindsight, you may think, but it seemed almost logical, fated that the great Maradona would win this World Cup. His supporting cast, the rest of the Argentinian team, would help him but this was his World Cup. He set Jorge Burruchaga on his way to score the winner with a delightful pass and even though Burruchaga still had a lot to do would it be too far fetched to say that his exquisite finish, the calmness, the skill, was inspired by the magical Maradona? Or is just too much admiration for the greatest footballer I have ever seen, the most influential player I have seen in all the World Cups I have watched?
Mexico '86: the World Cup of Maradona.
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