For years, I tried to interview him. He never agreed. I asked again and again, and he always declined, politely, with a simple, “No, why would I?”
Reserved and introspective, he never granted interviews – to me or anyone else. Discreet, polite, and always understated, he was there with Diego even in the whirlwind that followed the Argentinian icon on every step through British soil.
We’d crossed paths several times at events where Maradona was present, but we never managed a conversation beyond the briefest two-minute pleasantries. It was the legendary Claudio Caniggia, a mutual friend, who finally brought us together over dinner in London during one of his visits.
