Tony Becca, Dago was like a football romantic, doing all sorts of little tricks with the football, smiling while he was doing them and leaving the opposition dumb-founded, and still smiling as he remembered them long after what he believed was entertainment for the gathering had ended. Sometimes Dago would miss a golden opportunity to score a goal simply because he was busy doing a trick or two and further bamboozling an already- confused defender. On the national team, in the black, green, and gold of Jamaica, he was no different, and it sometimes cost him his place on the team. To some people, he was too much of a showman; to others, many others, it did not matter. To them, all that mattered was that he was playing, and that the football was entertaining. Sometimes, long ago, when I sat in the stands and heard the local fans talking about foreign stars, of men like Johan Cruyff of Holland and Garrincha of Brazil and how great, how tricky they were, I often wondered what Dago would have been like had he been born elsewhere, had he been exposed to the climate of football like they had, had he enjoyed the atmosphere of football like they had, and had he had the people around him to guide his development and to look about his future. (((((Dago, I miss you & your Talents)))))
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 02:38:10 +0000
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