Unreal atmosphere as manager and River Plate club legend Mareclo Gallardo signed off with a 3-1 win. 85.000 crowd never stopped from beginning to end and what a racket. Lucky enough to get 3 of the goals at our end too.
Have to say River was all tree lined boulevards, nice bars and restaurants. As amazing as it was, headed to Boca the next day for some rawness, and what a place that is. One person’s crumbling sh*thole is another person’s paradise and wow that place embraced its people and community and exuded passion like no other. Stunningly beautiful in such a strange way, not somewhere you’d want to walk around in the dark and the stadium itself is intimidating even in silence, but a truly humbling experience.
Happened to bump into two Stockport lads who were on a football pilgrimage and craving the earthiness of Boca tagged up with them and went to see Club Sportiva Dock Sud play in the Argentinian 3rd division. Fucking nuts as the police had no idea what to do to ensure the safety of 4 pasty brits so let us in for free and marched us past the ultras before tucking us in along the side behind barbed wire. Can confirm they don’t use our wanker sign and I’m not quite sure what it was but pretty sure the messaging was the same.
Anyway, what a place. Had no internet when out, no knowledge of more than about 6 words of Spanish, no English spoken, I mean in some parts absolutely no English spoken on principle. Felt quite vulnerable at times but in retrospect was 100% the better for it.
What a place, loved Buenos Aires.
River:
La Boca district:

A footballing temple:

Third division madness:
