I like English football, always have. It's just that people go on about the World Cup in 1986 and then I'm seen as the real bad boy.
My mother thinks I am the best. And I was raised to always believe what my mother tells me.
There would be no debate about who was the best footballer the world had ever seen - me or Pele. Everyone would say me.
If I could apologise and go back and change history I would do. But the goal is still a goal, Argentina became world champions and I was the best player in the world.
When you win, you don't get carried away. But if you go step by step, with confidence, you can go far.
Everybody in Argentina can remember 'the hand of God' in the England match in the 1986 World Cup. Now, in my country, the 'hand of God' has brought us an Argentinian pope.
I'd give my life to be the national team coach.
When I wear the national team shirt, its sole contact with my skin makes it stand on an end.
The problem is that they are all stars at Madrid. You need someone to carry the water to the well.
I am black or white, I'll never be grey in my life.
I am Maradona, who makes goals, who makes mistakes. I can take it all, I have shoulders big enough to fight with everybody.
God makes me play well. That is why I always make the sign of a cross when I walk out on to the pitch. I feel I would be betraying him if I didn't.
All the people that criticised me should eat their words.
Beckham is a nice man and I'm sure he will reach 100 appearances for England. But he is just a good player, nothing more.
There are hundreds of Beckhams playing football all over the world.
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