Grand lovers of the ball and little brother model, I decided to explore the feverish atmosphere of a stadium in Argentina my sister Selyn pitches in Buenos Aires. First he had to find a stadium. Boca playing outside, I decided to take her to the stage where Juan Domingo Peron officiates at Racing de Avellaneda. Blue sky and white as the club of my heart, it is also part of 5 large Argentine football with Boca, River, Independiente and San Lorenzo and faced that night and Argentinos Juniors. Especially his banda brava (supporters group) is among the hottest in Argentina. To avoid suffering the same disappointment with Alexis and Marc and do not get the precious document to enter the bays of this dusty old stadium and trembling, we purchased inputs in the afternoon. 1:30 before the start of the game, we entered the enclosure still pretty empty and we sat in the middle of the kop. Soon, a supporter of more cloth-Coca Fernet my beard after a party at Goya we took a liking to us explaining that we were in the best stadium in the world and here he was the leader and that if someone one bothered us we had the alert as quickly as it would be there to protect us. Very reassured by the presence of the bodyguard of competition, then we let up the fervor of the pre-game, especially busy taking pictures and watching a confrontation a half-time between teams of two players in the reserves tonight.
vain Then the influx of local support, took the temperature several degrees and our living space was reduced to a few square centimeters. Our bodyguard began to blow me and my éthylisée his breath alcohol level in the blood took 0.1 grams each song. Finally, the long-awaited moment arrived, the residents of the Academia cancha went on in a deafening uproar mixing songs, tiffos, launched PQ roll, smoke and blue and white confetti shot using cannons on the sidelines relegating OM fans in the atmosphere of the presidential forum (however much I like the OM and its supporters) and Bad Gones a kop Curling (those I like them for cons). I had never seen it and I could not help shivering face of so much fervor.
followed was less agitated because of the poor performance given by the 22 players, 0-0 at halftime. The songs provided incentives for Racing that uttered insults against Independiente (the historic rival) rythmèrent however the first 45 minutes of the game, among the hits of the evening Cuesta lo que cuesta, esta noche Tenemos that ganar, ponga, ponga huevo, huevo the Academia! "
The second half saw the opening goal by the visitors triggering a wave of incredible anger from the fans of Racing and insulting the players began to descend the steps, including the barra brava visibly furious lack of love shown by the players for their camiseta . It is true that the skies and white seemed to have forgotten their grinta the locker room. "Hijo de mierda, yo hago 2 horas cada semana tren para jugar verlies, ponga huevo putos de mierda! "Shouted our bodyguard who was turning gradually to violet. The disappointment and anger grew even more when 9, drew a penalty local Chick minutes from the end, shockingly missing an equalizer. The final whistle sounded, Racing de Avellaneda was now relegation. Sad, our bodyguard offered me to go to whores, I refused politely.
The return was long. We first had to wait 30 minutes for the opposing fans leave the stadium and move away to avoid confrontation and find a bus. We ended the evening in a parilla San Telmo, sipping a good red Argentinian experience finding still rich in emotion and proving once again that is not fútbol soccer.
Manu
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