Maradona, Blessed Dream (Maradona: Sueño bendito)

WHILE THIS STORY IS BASED ON ACTUAL EVENTS,

CERTAIN CHARACTERS, INCIDENTS, AND DIALOGUE WERE FICTIONALIZED.

ANY SIMILARITY TO ANY PERSON, IS FOR DRAMATIC PURPOSES.

Careful. If you touch his nerves, he'll end up walking backwards.

I'll have to take all his wife's bitching.

Suction here.

Excuse me, Professor, there's an emergency in Radiology.

Carmela, can't you see I'm operating? What is it? A fire? Earthquake?

It's someone who can't wait.

Cauterize, Sibilo.

Are you crazy?

Who can be such a pain in the ass?

Diego Armando Maradona.

What the fuck do I care? Who's Diego Armando Maradona?

I'm in my home. And he wants me to come out?

I'm doing surgery. Panunzio, you close.

-Shouldn't you finish? -What for?

It's a lost case. You close it.

I don't get it. How can he be so important?

Diego Armando Maradona. Who the fuck does he think he is?

I'm not interested in who he is.

I'm performing a very difficult surgery

and Diego Armando Maradona comes in. I'm not interested in him.

Who the hell is Diego Armando Maradona?

BLESSED DREAM

FREE

"The day Maradona stopped being Pelusa," wrote Suárez.

He can suck my dick.

He's a nobody.

Only six months before the 1986 World Cup,

in just two minutes,

a devastating earthquake shook Mexico City,

killing more than 10,000 people.

Jorge Cyterszpiler was there, and he survived.

But his life was shook differently.

The unexpected ending of his partnership with his friend Pelusa.

Diego Maradona's decision to remove Jorge from his career and his life

would have consequences that are still visible today.

It is impossible to know for sure,

but it's certain that Jorge's departure

and the arrival of Guillermo Coppola as his replacement

caused a dramatic turn.

From the irreverent and insolent brat who had the purest soccer talent,

-remained the ability and talent. -Diego!

But the spirit of the neighborhood kid gave way to the temptation

of belonging in the same crowd as his new manager.

Jorge Cyterszpiler, before being Diego's manager, was his friend.

Come on, Diego!

Would he have had such an unstable and turbulent sports career,

had he kept Cyterszpiler as his manager?

-Where's the money you stole from Diego? -I didn't steal anything from Diego.

A couple of investments went wrong.

You know I love him like a brother.

Leave Naples now.

Guillermo Coppola, before being Diego's manager,

handled more than 150 soccer players' finances.

-It was totally out. -Come on!

In 1985, he found Maradona at his peak, awaiting his global breakthrough.

Skillful and intuitive in business,

Coppola arrived to the soccer business from a simple bank teller position,

making connections with players that

would approach him to get financial advice from the bank.

The word of mouth of his first clients

opened a way to a new career.

And soon, he became a celebrity of Buenos Aires' nightlife,

due to his glamour, his ability to traffic drugs,

and his playboy and party boy fame.

Diego and Guillermo's was love at first sight.

It was born the day Maradona signed his transfer to Boca Juniors,

and they craved each other from that moment on.

With Coppola,

Diego left behind Pelusa, from Villa Fiorito.

For Coppola, winning Diego's heart was like touching the sky.

He became the man behind the God of soccer.

For Maradona, Guillermo was the key to access a social circle

that until then, revered him as a player,

but still rejected him because of his origins.

The new manager soon won the approval of Diego's social environment.

How did I get on the magazine covers?

Do you really want to know?

Thanks to my twins.

Coppola quickly solved the financial crisis,

renegotiated Maradona's contract with Napoli,

wiping off the map the people

who had accompanied Diego in his European adventure,

and neutralized any potential conflict with Claudia.

Not only did he conquer her with his charisma and likeability,

he also placed her father Coco

and Don Chitoro in charge of Darma's offices in Buenos Aires.

They were simple men and easy to control.

What came after that is already known by all.

The tree overshadowed the forest and Diego became a God.

And, amidst all the drama and emotion, it was impossible

to notice that Pelusa, from Villa Fiorito, was long gone.

Once, on the banks of the Paraná,

when he still had the essence of the boy who dreamed of a World Cup,

Diego confessed to me that he was not a "happiness machine."

But he couldn't restrain himself.

He gave happiness until his heart said, "Enough" and...

Son of a bitch.

They put together a special edition in case I died?

I screwed them up.

I really did screw them.

Who called me? Did Menotti call?

Bilardo?

Did the President call?

Did Pelé say anything?

Everyone called. Those who love you, those who don't.

Those who you hate, those who hate you.

Still the center of the world, don't worry.

Those who hate me wanted to make sure I died.

Or rather, they wanted to know if I became retarded.

And I didn't.

That brunette is hot.

Beautiful.

You always liked blondes.

What a waste of luxury.

With all the money the Vatican has, they could fight world hunger.

You should have told the Pope,

but you shut your mouth when you saw him.

Why do you contradict me so much, Clau?

Why should I be mad?

I don't know. I don't remember a damn thing.

-Maybe we had a fight. -Most likely.

Let's do something.

Because of the fear I have of being left alone with the girls forever,

let's pretend that I also had a mental blackout.

I don't remember anything.

Come on, bruja.

You remember the reason, I know you.

I never forget anything, Maradona.

Gianni. My love.

My little princess, you see I'm fine?

You see I'm fine?

Dalmi. Come here, sweetie, I can't stretch. Everything hurts.

What's wrong?

I'm scared.

Scared of what?

I'm scared you're going to die.

No, I'm not going to die, my love.

NAPLES, ITALY.

Look, I would love to give you a severance payment,

but the thing is that Jorge left me broke, you know?

I still have to pay the debts he left me with.

Yes, I know.

I know it perfectly well. Anyway, the truth is

that these years of working together were great.

I appreciate them, I have fond memories of so many moments.

Let's not start with this funeral,

because in two-three days, you will call me to do an article for a newspaper,

and when you're on the other side, don't forget we're friends.

I wish it was that fast.

No, it's not easy to get a job. It's very difficult.

I have two children and...

I had an idea, let's see what you think.

I want to write your biography.

A book about my life?

How much do I make?

What? From the book?

You're telling me it's a book about my life.

I've taken care of living my life, half the job's done.

Sure, but if we have to share the profits, I'll be left with nothing.

And if you don't share the profits, I'm left with nothing.

People have been eating out of my pockets for years.

That's over.

I don't know, I thought of it as a compensation

for that severance pay that you said you couldn't give me,

which hurt you so much. It was just an idea.

I'd rather not.

I'd rather not.

Something will come up for you.

They don't live in the hotel anymore, now they are in a house.

The sister, María, lives downstairs, and Diego, upstairs with his girlfriend.

So, who will be my boss, Claudia or María?

Claudia comes and goes to Naples all the time.

But when she's there, she's in charge.

She doesn't like María or Tota to interfere.

Mrs. Tota? Does she live downstairs, too?

Sure. When she visits, she also comes and goes.

Any weird situations that you experience in the house, you talk to me.

I work directly with Mr. Coppola.

Diego, coffee? Water?

-No, thanks. Is Gonzalo at the office? -Yes.

Tomorrow, they're going to the Vatican to meet the Pope.

How nice.

-Gonzalito. -You made it.

I'll close the door. Let's not make a fuss.

It won't be easy with me like with Ricardo.

You won't throw me out on the street without money, okay?

All right, but listen, Gonzalo,

you talked to Jorge, they said they were going to make a movie,

and, if I want to buy tickets for it, where is it? There's no movie.

No. Listen, I shot the film, so, it's not my fault if there's no film.

Okay, but you have to talk to Jorge about it.

I have nothing to do with it. This is beyond me.

You're firing me.

You'll have to pay me, son of a bitch.

-Don't talk about Tota. -Tota can suck my dick.

-Yeah? What's wrong with you? -Stop, man!

Piece of shit!