Montevideo was noon and was beautiful as always: the little sun on Sunday mingled with the breeze from the river. We read the newspaper and Leo said that the Chinese played that afternoon Recoba in Danube, visiting Bella Vista. A Ceci and me the story did not seem much, but we let ourselves be surprised: it was like one of those days when you do not expect anything more than precisely that something surprising.
The appointment was in the neighborhood of El Prado, one of the ones we like. "Well, come on," we said. And we decided to take a nap in the Rose Garden, while Leo was going to rest in the bed of a hotel.
The group was expected, but worth it. It's weird, but sometimes I think that Montevideo always looks a nice story, with a warm story to treasure after each trip.
On Sundays, it seems, people there disappears. We wonder where will those four million people and how it was that there was no one to answer us which path we should take. Then came Luis.
Luis came in the same group and went with us. I asked the court to Bella Vista, told us and told us he was going for there. "Then we follow", I invited him. And we were.
told us in the way it was in the neighborhood, but not lived there since her marriage: his wife chose another site. Then we gave data on the local church. "I should have married here, the truth, because it is beautiful. But my wife wanted in another ...", he lamented. Ceci and I looked: after we agreed that it was clear that Louis was a pollerudo.
However, we fell barbarian. Diverted its course to get a mini tour of El Prado, told us stories and told us proudly that his son was the National but at 10 years had been a fan of Bella Vista. That was with the team everywhere, coming early to the stadium to hang banners. Ceci and I looked: after we agreed that it was clear that Louis was the son of hooligan.
Luis showed us a good place to nap near the stadium, and asked us to go to the local forum, which was quiet and familiar.
Obviously, we were there. A stadium, Joseph Nasazzi, with capacity for eight thousand people, is the place to play Bella Vista, a team that came second in the previous tournament and now wants to do well in this, the opening, to qualify for a Cup .
was touching. Next to us we were young mothers with their children: in the middle gallery was baby strollers. And consequently, kids playing cerquita wiring. There were many drinking mate. There were men who sold chocolates and people who used the intermission to buy cake fried in the buffet. There were screams like "Vamo 'Bella Vista noma!".
On the court, Bella Vista played a great match. And, frankly, Recoba (which was played at the Giuseppe Meazza to run a lawn disastrous) did not touch. Several shouted a failure so hurtful that it hurt. It was predictable, equal, because the same newspaper that announced the party commented that the day before left-hander was the animator on the night of carnival.
The experience helped me to close an idea I had in mind for some time: that football matches should only last a while.
There, in Montevideo, Ceci, Leo and I celebrated the victory of Bella Vista. And celebrate the fact of leaving the field with the other swollen, without anything to happen. Without being charged. No police nearby.
Here, in Buenos Aires, I find that Bella Vista team will say the pope, for the shirt half white and half yellow, the colors of the Vatican. Search and find on YouTube a song dedicated to the club, Today I dream, Martin Vargas . And watch the Uruguayan newspapers online: Bella Vista lost on Sunday with National in Centennial, by 1 to 0.
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