Mexico 86 was my first World Cup memory. ‘Hand of God’ and all that. Maradona was arguably the greatest player of all time but the cheating little genius broke my 7 year old heart that day.
We were working on the rail-lines in Rosario province of Argentina and though it was a by invitation World Cup if I have that correctly, the first one in Montevideo was still spectacular and we managed to see a few games on Hols.