the Match that didn't in south America krymptes down to the Europe, the game that could never begin got to the last end.
River Plate won.
All the lost.
It was completed in all cases with a stjärnsmäll, a lightning strike.
first time riding to win Juanfer Quintero – a wonderful little game engine of the classic south american cut – bombed into segermålet and the heavens crashed down over our heads.
the Aim, the turmoil, the colors and then the sound. Oh the sound, that vast and almost unstoppable sound that seems to come from a different, deeper place than all the other fotbollsjubel.
And so chaos and toast and madness and madness and a stolpskott of a nine-player-Boca in the 120th minute before the final and irrevocable decision in the empty goal.Inevitable discharge
River Plate champion of south America, Argentina, Buenos Aires and the rest of the whole fucking shit. Señores, Yo Soy Del Gallinero.
Discharge in the end was, well, inevitable – and we looked at the outside is grateful for it – but until then, we had not received more than a few, small glimpses of what it could have been, what it should have been.
Nahitan Nández surgically precise through balls, Pipe Benedetto reception, sprain and finish. Rivers, flying, floating attack that gave Lucas Pratto open goal. 1-1 after full time.
Argentine football in the concentrate, the argentine football when it is the best.
It is rarely there nowadays.
There is so much that is obscures the, that stand in the way. Corruption, incompetence and violence takes so much space that there will not be any space left for the actual game.
Copa Libertadores finals in 2018 had been built up as the largest south american match ever played, the match was so great that it apparently didn't on the whole hemmakontinenten.
That the match didn't took place in Argentina is one thing, but it is not played in south America at all is svårtuggat on the verge of inedible.Infernal drama – but...
Match krymptes, thrown down in a flyttkoffert – and this is what was left.
And you may misunderstand me right now.
of Course, this was a spectacular, captivating performance encased in a hellish drama – and, of course, was the atmosphere at the Santiago Bernabéu better than it has been at 99% of the matches played in the last two decades.
But nevertheless it was still a regular match.
There never was this otherworldly, out of body experience it had become in Buenos Aires – or, for that matter, in Asuncion – but it was a sloppy, sloppy exilderby that was facing completely the other fans than those who usually tend to watch on.
There was something hollow in the whole of the streamlined Bernabéu-the packaging, something which strengthened the law's shortcomings rather than to mask them.
Boca Juniors came out with a little more speed and slightly better individualists, River Plate chewed back thanks to more patience and more reliable methodology.
1-1 and extension, and after almost a month, it appeared really as the world's longest football match ever played.Europe has plundered America
the Game that could never begin, the match that did not seemed to be able to take the end of the year. The match that was a reminder of all that has been lost, rather than something that went on to win.
for several decades the european fotbollsindustrin plundered south America of their best players, and themselves, they have been both for the unorganized and too greedy to protect their jewels.
Now we tried to lift over their clubs, their tournament, and even their fans – are eagerly and actively sanctioned by south american violence and maktmän – but it all got a different guise during the long way across the great sea.
what was Left was the Copa Conquistadores, the contest that nobody could win.
Now did the River Plate it anyway.
Had not Wílmar Barrios foulat out in the beginning of the extension had the match probably ticked off to the penalty shootout, but now they got red, an initiative which they could not fail to manage.
They will of course treat it as the Supertotobet final victory of all victories – just like Boca Juniors had done in their place – but for everyone else, there will always remain a triumph with both an asterisk and a parentheses.
I really don't know what it is that River Plate won, but even if it looks the same, I know in all cases that it is not the same dent that they played about a month ago.