At the time, I knew little about any movies or literature on soccer. I was giddy, and asked my Dad if we could rent them and stick them in the good ol' VCR. "Sure", he said. My Dad was always extremely generous, especially when it came to sports. Plus, we were at the library, so it was FREE.
It was that same day I popped the first tape in and stood there flabbergasted, inspired, curious, and in shock... the normal feelings one gets when they see Maradona highlights for the first time. There was plenty of Cruyff, and Beckenbaur, and Pele. But I could't get over the Maradona highlights. He would just glide past player after player. And he was small, like me. But what power.