On that day in Nápoli, I was greeted and welcomed by the locals. I was wearing my Argentina shirt and had travelled so far to watch Maradona play. A child, who must have been just as tall as me but a few years younger said “buona fortuna” and handed me a corno, a single curved horn for good luck. He wanted something in exchange and so I took off my red and white threaded bracelet I had made and gave it to him. He then said, “I don’t want Italy to lose, I want Maradona to win”. I was touched by this entrega, this unconditional gift: a votive offering that spoke of a collective identity.