Diego

Diego Maradona is helping in the fight against coronavirus in his home city by autographing a replica of the Argentina jersey he wore in the country’s 1986 World Cup final triumph to raise money for an underprivileged community.

I suppose the grog they serve out so liberally to those "Diegos" to keep up their courage in a fight had something to do with it. By Jove! that was a narrow escape.

"You tell the law what happened out there at Rancho Del Robles Viejo. Those Mexicans have been getting away with things too long around this country. Think they still own it. It's time those Diegos were taken down a notch."

The savory aroma of ham and eggs in Jubilee's special sauce wafted toward him. His mouth watered. He reached for his knife and fork. Beyond the fort's walls, a cannon thundered. "Damn those Diegos!" Dickson muttered. "Impossible to eat a meal in peace."

"[F]orget the confession; I heard about what you did to those Diegos. All I need to know is, can I trust you? Time was, I could with my life—" His eyes darkened.

They're just like Ludds, them diegos — nothing but a load of scum. I've seen 'ow they live. O' course, we soldiers dwell in mud 'alf the time, but that's different. We're building an empire. But them diegos! Them Jimmies! Well, I tell you!

"... Around twenty years old and pretty tall for a diego, maybe five-seven or five-eight." / "A diego?" Armand said. "He's a diego?" / "From Napoli."

Now I don't know what it is with the diegos, but as we were walking back to the hotel a couple of them started giving us a bit of verbals.