Maradona by Kusturica Page #5

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our god of football was,

is and will be

the best player of all time?

Yes, I swear.

Gabriel Diego,

do you swear eternal love to

your partner Alejandra Diego,

and faithfulness to

our Church's principles?

Yes, I swear.

The Church of Maradona

declares you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Remember,

the ball doesn't get dirty.

Goal!

The Goal of the Century

...when God became showman...

I'm an actor.

I live life the way

I want to live it.

Actors are given a text

and they read it.

I don't read it. I live it.

That's my performance.

I live my life.

Is there any actor in the history

of cinema that you wanted to be?

De Niro.

- Raging bull?

- Yes.

I see him...

breaking everything!

In fact, I identify

with a lot of things.

With what the guy thinks.

With his desire to

destroy everything in his way.

I identify with all that.

It's just that he's a boxer

and I'm a football player.

That's the difference.

He wants to break everything,

I want to score goals.

- How are you, Emir?

- Good, good.

This is for you.

Thank you very much, Emir.

When did you arrive?

Two days ago. On your birthday.

I came to finish the movie with him.

Y he has to work?

Yes, little bit.

Oh, no!

Little bit to make

a best movie of him all the time.

We have to go to Mar del Plata...

Have you been with Fidel?

- NO, I go... I go next week.

- Ah, si?

- But you've been with Fidel? No?

- Yes!

We'll be happy to know

you're over there.

Let me tell you, just between us

and no one else...

No one but the 8 million people

watching us.

If I were the honorable president of

the United States, I wouldn't go!

I am following Diego's charisma

in this movie also.

In certain period before

we spoke about that

people need somebody to lead them

becuse the leaders of the world today

they are not good enough.

But one moment he asked me:

But who is the leader?

This time I think

he is the leader.

We set off on these journeys

with high hopes

that as small nations

our trains would end up

on the main line.

I remember as boys,

we jumped onto the trains

heading from the suburbs

to the centre.

As we were growing up,

we remembered

the sleepless nights

for the shadows of

the train compartments,

which flickered on

the ceilings of our pitiful flats.

They were the same games

of light and darkness,

noise and quiet,

as those of the trains on

which people were transported

by the fascist regimes to

their places of execution,

and by the Bolsheviks to

serve their hefty sentences.

When Father Was Away

on Businesss

They were long,

meandering trains,

whose light momentarily lit up

the faces of the girls

who taught us to kiss,

and while the shadows

flashed across naked bodies,

those trains took us

back to the arms of our wives,

of the children we

hadn't seen for a long time,

to warm embraces,

whether we be political prisoners

or non-believers.

When Father Was Away

on Businesss

...a force of God...

Son of a b*tch!

You suck!

What a racket!

Long live the peoples of

Latin America and the Caribbean!

Long live Argentina!

The rain is going away.

I was told by our friend

Blanca Chancoso

that if you blow 3 times

the rain will go away.

We have to blow upwards 3 times...

and the rain will go away.

And we will remain,

the peoples of America!

In the ALBA Express came

the driver, Diego Armando Maradona.

He came here

in the ALBA Express train.

Come on up, Diego!

Say something to these people,

Diego!

I love you!

Thank you for being here.

Argentina has great dignity.

Let's kick out Bush!

Long live Diego!

Long live Maradona!

Long live the people!

It's stopped raining.

Just in case,

we'll blow one more time.

Evo, a big welcome!

Come on up, brother!

Say something to the people!

Thank you, comandante!

Revolutionary greetings to all

the anti-imperialists of Latin America.

Good luck! Keep on fighting

to free Latin America! Thank you.

We've come here today

to do many things.

And we have all brought

a shovel with us.

A gravedigger's shovel!

Because here in Mar del Plata

we are digging

the grave of the FTAA!

The grave of the FTAA!

The Argentine victory

over the English

in 1986 in Mexico brought

Diego his first world title.

Justice triumphed and

at that time it was a justice

that was only attainable

through football.

Mar del Plata was not just

an emotional reaction

by the Latin Americans,

against whom the CIA organised

coups d'etat and military juntas,

and filled stadiums with civilians,

who would later be executed.

It was not only because of

the Nazi war criminals

who went unpunished

after the Second World War

and were smuggled to

North America

and later dispersed

throughout Latin America,

becoming advisors to dictators,

organising dissidents,

and killing socialist leaders.

In Mar del Plata, Latin America

refused to sign the ALCA agreement,

the foundation for which being the

liberalisation of imports and exports,

but which was

actually a cover for

the economic subjugation

of Latin America.

As was the agreement Mexico

signed in 1983.

That agreement was

called the NAFTA

and it was a marriage

between North America, and Mexico.

The USA and Canada

invested money

and thousands of jobs were

opened up for the Mexicans.

Everything would have been alright

if the profits had stayed in Mexico

and hadn't gone to the north,

leaving only the workers' salaries

in Mexico.

The Goal of the Century

Buenos Aires, Argentina.

So, two years later...

in march 2005

we started this movie

and at the hotel we were wondering

if we are going to

have access to Maradona.

We were dreaming

who Maradona is

and we are still at the same place.

What happened?

Nobody knows...

The decompensation was

mainly the result of disorders

related to eating, which

includes alcohol consumption.

Alcohol is a drug.

It's a case of decompensation.

No other dangerous drugs.

Really! It was fantastic!

I felt good on the pitch

because I felt important,

as if I really helped the team.

I don't want to be dramatic,

but they cut off my legs.

If someone makes a mistake,

football shouldn't pay for it.

I made a mistake and I paid.

But the ball doesn't get dirty.

Scoring a goal

in front of 100,000 people,

like I did with the English,

for example,

was for me a normal thing.

It was my game, my life.

You understand?

When I came down,

I was like everyone,

like all of you.

And I could talk to you.

What messed me up

was cocaine.

But I was just like you.

However,

when you let the tiger out,

when I went onto the pitch,

I was in command.

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Emir,

do you know what a player

I'd have been if I hadn't taken coke?

What a player we lost!

It's like a bad aftertaste.

I could have been

much more than I am.

Yes, really, it's true.

I was born into football.

I knew who I was going to be.

But I didn't know I'd take coke.

I knew I was going to buy

a house for my mother,

to get married

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