‘I like the night and the desire I have to enjoy it, well, even my mother couldn’t take that away from me. I know I’m irresponsible, I know I’m a bad professional and it might be that I’m not taking advantage of the best opportunity of my life but there’s something wrong in my head, I don’t like taking football like a job. If I did that I wouldn’t be me, I play to enjoy myself’ - Magico
In Cadiz Magico was free, sure he was lazy, apathetic and borderline narcoleptic but it didn’t matter, on the pitch he always lived up to his name.
During his time at the club Cadiz got promoted, relegated and promoted again where they stayed in the top flight for eight years, which for Cadiz is a hell of an achievement.
Responsibility for Magico often fell at the feet of his long suffering manager David Vidal, the Tom to Magico’s Jerry, the man who complained of Magico that ‘the guy could sleep for 15 hours a day’. For years after arriving in Spain Magico blamed his sleeping pattern on the time difference between Cadiz and El Salvador, which is just brilliant.