Canada to Patagonia at a Worrying Age

This is fresh – wanted to put it on tonight as I’m still buzzing and can’t sleep. Forgive any mistakes.  (Yes, this is Diego Maradona taunting the opposition fans.  Picture courtesy of Andrew’s fantastic zoom lens.)

Well, the day started in quintessential South American fashion when we managed to be both late and early at the same time. Late because the tour company turned up an hour after they were meant to. As there were still three hours before kick off we thought that lunch would be useful. No chance. Hot-footed it to the ground and took our seats two and three-quarter hours before the match. Two and three-quarter hours before the match. Still, they laid on pre-match entertainment in the form of Boca v River Under-21s. A good game, as it happens, with the result being 4-2 to Boca. It was also the time when the build up was allowed to get going (and it gave Vicky a chance to put on her make-up). Our seats were really high up within abuse-shouting distance of the away fans. And boy did they shout abuse. Just in case we couldn’t understand, they made helpful gesticulations generally involving slashing movements and the gripping of genitals. I don’t see how they could make such comments about my mother without ever having known the lady (especially with today being Mother’s Day).  Maradona appeared in his box and caused the usual kerfuffle.

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