From his brilliant performance against the USSR in the final of the 1988 European Championship to his heart-breaking farewell at the Stadio Meazza on 18 August 1995, the career of the 'Swan of Utrecht' is full of unforgettable moments that will forever remain part of football history.
First and foremost were his goals; many beautiful strikes, scored in every conceivable way. A total of 314, including 277 for at club level, were all carefully noted in his notebooks, as Van Basten's father Joop had taught him.
The most beautiful, and perhaps the most beautiful goal ever scored, came in the most important match in Dutch history, the 1988 Euros final. By the 54th minute, the Oranje were already leading 1-0 thanks to a header from Ruud Gullit, who cleverly converted a cross from Van Basten. It was at this point that the latter wrote himself into football history.
Arnold Muhren's cross from the left to the far post flew over Gullit, who was standing in the middle of the penalty area, and reached Van Basten on the edge of the box. Everyone expected a cross back into the middle, but the centre-forward instead scored with a spectacular and powerful volley to secure the Netherlands' first (and so far only) international success.
In terms of technique and spectacle, at least two other Van Basten goals are worth highlighting in a bid to explain his genius. He scored the first as a young player in the Eredivisie while playing for Ajax in 1986. Described as "a picture of beauty," by the man himself, Van Basten guided the ball into the corner with a breath-taking overhead kick to cap a fine team move.
"I know what I'm going to do, but I don't know yet whether the result will be acceptable," Van Basten recalled in his autobiography, 'Fragile'. "It could also go wrong. It's a pulled-back cross, so there are few options. There's still the header, but my solution is probably better. The ball is floating in the air... I use my speed, turn around immediately and manage to stay backwards in the air. It's high-performance gymnastics. Normally, I take a run-up with my right leg to jump, but this time I use my left... It's a precarious balance where everything has to come together again. You can either score or break your neck. And then comes the turn... I shoot with my right... I land well, on one arm. I touch the ground again at the moment the ball hits the net."
When it comes to acrobatic feats, one must also mention Van Basten's brilliant performance for AC Milan in the Champions League against IFK Gothenburg in November 1992. Van Basten was simply stunning, like a whirlwind sweeping over the unfortunate Swedes and poor goalkeeper Thomas Ravelli, as he scored four times, with the third the best of the evening and probably the most spectacular ever scored in a Rossoneri shirt.
Milan were already leading 2-0 when Van Basten read the trajectory of a cross perfectly and fired the ball into the left corner with a scissor kick that was unstoppable for Ravelli. A masterpiece of timing, precision and coordination.
However, Van Basten's football iconography encompasses many other moments and a whirlwind of emotions. From his debut in Ajax's first team, when he replaced his idol Cruyff from the bench, to his inevitable jump to gather momentum before taking a penalty, to the grimaces of pain when his ankle wouldn't let him rest, to his tears both after defeat in the Euro '92 semi-finals on penalties and after losing the 1993 Champions League final.
On 18 August, 1995, however, it was Van Basten who moved all Milan fans to tears. In a heart-breaking lap around the pitch, dressed in a suede jacket, the man who had inspired so many children to play football said goodbye to the game forever at the age of just 30 having not played for almost two years.
"In front of 80,000 people, I am witnessing my own farewell. Marco van Basten, the footballer, no longer exists," he wrote in his autobiography. "You see someone who is no longer there. You applaud a ghost. I run and clap, but I am already gone... Sadness rises from deep within. It overwhelms me. The chorus and the applause penetrate my armour. I want to cry, but I can't burst into tears like a child here. I try to stay calm... I stop running and clapping, the round is over. Something has changed, something fundamental. Football is my life. I have lost my life. Today, I died as a footballer. I am here, a guest at my own funeral."