If you happened to be listening to Argentinian radio on the afternoon of June 22, 1986, you were privileged to hear one of the great outbreaks of euphoria in the history of soccer. Or you’re standing up on my couch because I never go anywhere. Or you’re sobbing on the shoulder of a stranger in the stands. When you’re suddenly too ecstatic for a breathable poly blend. But that moment after a great goal, when you feel temporarily out of your head and temporarily immortal. On the other side of it, you are a radiant lunatic who suddenly understands that you have telegenic nipples.Īnd that moment? That’s the best thing in sports. On one side of that moment, you’re a sober citizen who gives a toss what FIFA’S Law 12 states about excessive celebration. Where logic, self-preservation, and the desire to not get wind on you are overwhelmed by a tsunami of happiness. The only conclusion is that somewhere in the roar of the crowd there’s a place where reason stops. Every week, practically, a player scores a goal in a big-time soccer match-great!-and celebrates by wheeling away toward the touchline while peeling off the very garment whose sponsor logo keeps them stocked with Lamborghinis. Stripping partially-tastefully-nude on a soccer pitch is objectively an act of self-sabotage.Īnd yet. Under Law 12 of FIFA’s rules of the game, you get a yellow card for it. That’s my deal.īut even for normal people, taking off your shirt after a goal is not a rational, or wise, course of action. If I ever scored, like, a 95th-minute winner in a World Cup final, the camera would cut away to show my fans jumping up and down in the stands, then cut to my opponents weeping on the pitch, then cut back to me, carefully fastening the buttons of my cardigan. If anything, I respond to moments of euphoria by putting on more clothing. Admittedly, I’m not someone who responds to moments of euphoria by stripping off layers of clothing, usually. What is it about the sound of cheering that makes elite soccer players long-that makes them pine-that makes them burn to expose the flesh of their bare torsos to the open air of European cathedral cities? Today’s story involves two goals Diego Maradona scored in Mexico City in 1986.ĭo you ever wonder about this? I do. Every Wednesday, until the end of Qatar 2022, we’ll publish an adapted version of each 22 Goals episode. As the 22nd men’s FIFA World Cup approaches in November 2022, The Ringer introduces 22 Goals, a podcast by Brian Phillips about the most iconic goals scored in the history of the World Cup.
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