(''A Naples Wall of Fire'' tells of the dramatic effect Diego Maradona's passing had on Naples and Buenos Aires. Using many tributes, a selection of updated stories from Once Upon a Time in Naples, and the heart-breaking events in both cities of the 25/26th November, hopefully this book does the great man justice.) ...Oh, what a circus.Naples. A city that for centuries, generations upon generations, mocked, derided and spat at with disdain by the rich north. Viewed as deservedly at the toe of Italy to be kicked and stamped upon. A place more African than European. Full of disease, pestilence, low morals and unholy. Where superstitions ruled. A pagan city. This was how Naples was viewed beyond the Mezzogiorno, (The Italian south). north of Rome. A strange concoction of truth and lies. Its inhabitants deemed unruly, allergic to paying taxes, disloyal to Rome, of central government, unwashed, cholera sufferers. There were songs and chants for Mount Vesuvio to put paid to the Neapolitans with lashing tongues of fire. Cleanse the south. ''Oh, what a stench! Even the dogs are running!''Then, came Diego...Maradona was Santa Maradonna, the Naples Patron saint San Gennaro became San Gennarmando! A fair swap they felt. He installed a pride and new found confidence. Redemption came with a beautiful day in May 1987, when Napoli won the Italian league for the first ever time. Maradona once stated, ''One could feel that it was forbidden for the south to win against the north.'' Not anymore.Now, thirty-four years later he is gone. Yet still his presence can be felt in all corner of Naples. The walls and steeped alleys filled with murals. His photograph in the window of every shop and cafe. Maradona could never die in this city, for like the pizza served up like nowhere else, a decent slice of his soul would be forever Neapolitan. As the dark skies of Naples filled with rockets and flares, and Buenos Aires erupted in tear gas explosions, rubber bullets, the sound of wailing sirens, the time had come to say adios to Diego Armando Maradona. They went crazy mourning all day and night.Sixty-years old may appear no age to vacate this mortal coil, but when you have lived a life such as Maradona, it is indeed way beyond extra-time. The kid from Villa Fiorito, who shone above the stars has finally joined them. He had his moments, he had some style. Oh, what a show!Gracias Diego...