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Published: November 18th 2008
Pssst! Hola muchachos, quieren las tarjetas? Michael and I had been milling about for what seemed like ages. The stadium was full to the brim, the crowds outside were thinning out and we had all but given up on getting some tickets. Then from just behind us somebody finally said the phrase we had been hoping to hear.
Hey, guys, do you want tickets? That was it, we were in. Boca Juniors : Velez Sarsfield would become a reality. Passing the rows of police, stepping over puddles of urine and dodging any opponent's supporters that dared to be out on their own, we made our way into the heights of Bombonera, the pride of Club Atletico Boca Juniors, Diego Armando Maradona's former club.
The football on display was of secondary importance, what we had come to experience was the passion, the heart and the soul of Argentina for the masses: the football supporter. Above us on the flanks of the stadium were Velez fans. Young children, their fathers, teenagers and even girls were all chanting for their team. They would taunt the Boca supporters below and when words were not enough or hand gestures explicit enough, they
Boca Juniors : Velez Sarsfield
At Bombonera stadium, BA, 16.11.2008would fill their empty cups with urine and douse the enemy below in a luke warm shower. The bravest of the brave would dare them to do it again, and their cries would not fall on death ears. It took a squadron of police officers and a swift evacuation of the upper levels right after the match to prevent retaliation.
Buenos Aires is a bit of a 'sleeper' for me. Although I am not overly impressed by the sights per se, it definately has a great vibe, the people are open and friendly and only too glad to help out. A little Spanish goes a long way and really makes a difference.
Hasta luego!
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