One match. After that, we’d see.
The first time I pulled on the sky blue and white of Argentina was for a friendly against Mexico in Los Angeles, just seven months before the 1986 World Cup.
Carlos Bilardo knew how I played because he’d been my manager with the national youth teams. He knew me as a person and as a player. He knew what I could bring to the team.
However, at no point did he talk to me about the future. I had to earn my place if I wanted to go to the World Cup.
Bilardo (below) was the manager who got us used to winning, and he made all of us understand what it meant to play in the World Cup. It was the best year of my career as a footballer.
He also convinced us of his way of playing. It took a while, but we got it in the end.
When he talked, he showed he was a man obsessed with the job. Always on top of every little detail, controlling everything, at any time.