One day before the last game of the championship, had agreed the meeting with the Clown Lugüercio in the mythical "Aguada" the center of La Plata. The three themes were woven into the conversation: the song recorded by the team the benefit of students, the war between neighbors Soldati, and something more fundamental: why that everyone is a fan of each team.
"You do not you choose, students will choose you" snapped the Clown, monastic scholar and yet despite being dressed in jogging training. Knowing he was going to bore you, I told for the umpteenth time how it was that I became a fan of Students: I was five, and was talking football with my old while she was sweeping the living, that was all. Below the words was the stupid desire to empathize with the anthropologist-football player, he stirred the crumbs from the tablecloth, and I continued my argument. The point is that had always been in the minority: the only fan in Primary, secondary, and the University, where in general they were all-or son-of Boca or River. "I think that, somehow, I formed," I said forcefully proposed. The Clown, and concede the point, he took the penguin to get something more than the house red. We
desserts. Lugüercio stared at a red and white flag that was in the back of the room, and, though no one spoke, nodding slightly. "The kids today are easily changed team. Yesterday I saw one of the Independent, the first in ten years. But if you're the Click not change." On TV TN incidents happening in the south of the city, as if it were a window to another world. The gendarmerie separated neighborhood groups. Most had T-River, Boca or San Lorenzo. "Like, what you say does not have much to do: Student Sabato was without any reason.
I changed the subject, and asked what he thought of what Soldati. The Clown stares at you when you race a political issue but got carried away coffees. We talked about models of country, defense of the national, to rethink certain barriers to immigration. While listening to the explosions on TV, I explained why they had disgraced the club " big. "he says, feeling superior condemn them to failure, and the only exception to this appears be the Barcelona, \u200b\u200bwhose real motor are neither Xavi or Iniesta, but the "need to highlight the superiority Catalan", and that which he asked the waiter a crème brûlée , of \u200b\u200bcourse absent in the bar. Then we talked about the delivery of San Lorenzo in the eighties, how Carrefour sold the stadium, and ended up moving to an area of \u200b\u200bBolivian villages. And meanwhile, I pointed out I, "the champion full equipped students had time to record a song and raise funds for hospitals. I assured him that mine was not xenophobia, but I refused to give anything for free to people. "This team should be an example because it is united, work, and all it costs. Nothing comes for free.
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never tells you you're right. But he still had a surprise. "I do not believe at all in that of the Mystic Copera" threw the Clown. "I believe in laburo every day I believe in children of other players who spend the genes (Veron, Galletti, Romeo, etc) and not talk too much with the press. I think the technicians almost speechless. That's why I never liked the Cholo Simeone, had a very high profile. "A young man passing overheard, and made the running DT gestito hopping to each goal. We laugh a little, and the Clown sank back into the depths of the bread crumbs.
the end, provide a game that came and went. I never asked what he was doing now, playing in Racing. Nor did predictions about who would champion the next day. But the list of desserts included crème brûlée , somewhat blurred.
