An Open Letter; The GOAT
Those that known me personally know how passionate I can be when debating things related to the beautiful game. I have been watching the game since around 6 years old, with the colourful jersey of the Mexican goalkeeper Jorge Campos capturing my attention on an evening in late June 1994. My Mother’s favourite player was John Aldridge and she was following his Ireland side. This was my first introduction to the world cup, besides the excessive marketing on TV and the hand clapper toy McDonald’s would give away with Happy Meals that entire summer. For that moment I was a Mexico fan and was investigating all the permutations of them advancing from a Group E which also contained Italy. Prior to this Serie A was what I had watched occasionally as my Step Father was an avid AC Milan fan, and would rave on about Silvio Berlusconi bringing these 3 Dutch men to the San Siro, it sounded like something out of the book of Matthew and was all too prophetic for me. Meanwhile there was thi