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I'M EL DIEGO
We are in Córdoba,
Argentina's second largest city, after Buenos Aires.
We're here to tell you the story
of a very popular character, mainly known in working-class areas.
Our search starts here.
-El Diego just plays around with his ball. He doesn't bother anyone.
-People don't like him 'cause they can't understand him.
-He comes here every day with his ball.
-He comes here every day, I give him an apple.
-He's nuts. But he's a good guy. He's really cool.
-El Diego has a typical case of patological identification.
This process makes a person transform into another,
in his way of thinking or even phisically.
Usually this people follow the image of a successful person.
An idol who represents something they will never be.
-Hi! I'm el Diego.
-Which part of Germany are you from?
-Germany? I'm not German. I'm Argentinian.
-World Cup Final '86. 3-2 for Argentina.
-But you are speaking German!
-Stop it! I speak Spanish!
-Dieter dreamed of playing the World Cup and being a football star
so that he could help his family.
-After his mother's death,
he trained for several youth teams...
Bayern München, 1860 München, Mönchengladbach,
Dortmund, Dusseldorf, Dresden...
He even trained for a women's football team.
But he was always just a substitute.
He really sucked with the ball at his feet.
Finally the coach tried to kick him out of the team.
But as Dieter kept going to the training camp
the coach asked all the people at the club
to prevent him from entering.
It was something terrible.
-I remember the Cebollitas
and the wooden goals.
We just played for a Coke and a sandwich.
Pure football!
I wasn't famous, so if I made mistakes
no one cared.
Now it's totally different.
If I say something some people don't like
they say I'm arrogant.
Let me live my life!
I've never tried to be a model for anyone.
I know I have money and success...
but I'm essentialy the same person.
I'm Maradona.
Sometimes they say I'm a god.
You're totally wrong, people!
I'm just a football player.