There is something very deep in football, both in victory and defeat.
There is a dramatic theater of life, where we dream of the last penalty "We are all Montiel, Gonzalo let's go!!!"
, that moment that can provide us with glory or unforgettable sadness, because we also feel that we, each one of us, so many times save that last ball that almost kills us, but we save it like Dibu Martínez, or that we are Messi, that
can against all winds and all tides.
And that we dribble whoever gets ahead to stop us.
Now, right now, to the crowd in a caravan,
soccer songs like a mantra
, smiles and laughter, and joy spring up like an island in a country too used to tears and blood.
But not so accustomed, however, because a championship changes the gestures of millions and the grimaces become a catharsis of arms raised, and frenzy.
The players of the Selection went out to recognize the field of play and the stands exploded.
Photo: Juano Tesone
It is a drain in the face of so many pressures and, suddenly, everything erupts like a volcano that, instead of destroying, releases contained energy and we all shout the championship, we open the way to that healing of the joint cry, of the collective dance, of the music chanted by thousands and by millions.
The parties are deeper than the contempt with which they are sometimes analyzed from cheap sociology.
They are not necessarily positive.
Sometimes they are collective black parties.
But it is possible to analyze them without underestimating them.
There is a deep message in the party, always.
And here now, in the face of so much disappointment, the party arose again, because we need to be champions, feel like champions and sometime, do the Olympic lap all together.
The bass drums resonate with that heartbeat that rumbles from candombe to today, the jumps and that search for elevation express that desire for height, to get off the ground and fly even for imaginary moments, the flags flutter and flutter and the sky-and-white becomes skin .
A certain anachronistic nationalism and undaunted Anglophobia also crosses the air on the eve of the game around the Monumental:
“He who does not jump is an Englishman”
What do the English have to do with all this?
Mysteries of the collective unconscious.
Guys play in the stands while waiting for the match to come closer.
But at the same time,
there was something healing in this championship
How many thousands, millions of us did not return to observe the series of penalties innumerable times?
How many times have we gone back in time so that time does not pass, and we remain embraced with them watching so that their hugs and ecstasies never end after that corner kick from Montiel, who went from a penalty shootout from a series of penalties to The most important thing in life has become, and that moves anyone who understands what football and sport are all about, and life itself.
Totemic Maradona, beyond his terrestrial transit, now become the bearer of the same flame from him to Lionel, is omnipresent, and even if it is for one night, once again, "we got excited again."
Because if not, everything is very difficult.
And illusions are not stained, or should not be stained.
Mateo Retegui made his debut with a goal in Italy and agreed with Mancini, although he could not avoid the defeat against England
Side B of the National Team party: the sadness of the fans who bought trout tickets and stayed out of the Monumental