Yes, no doubt about it. And this is the first time for me, that I watch the World Cup without my Argentinian friends around. Even in 2006, when I was living 75% of my time in Honduras.
But that year, I was working with a group of Argentinian consultants so we met for all the games to scream, curse, laugh and cry sometimes (yeah, of course...) around the giant TV at home or at the Marriott hotel. No matter the time of the day. We re-scheduled all the work meetings to be able to watch all the games. Yeah. Football for Argentinians (for South Americans in general) is a very serious matter.
We all think we know more than the coach, which in this case (for this World Cup) is absolutely true, since Maradona was probably the best player that ever existed but as a coach... he sucks...
I am no exception and while watching the games, I stand up and start giving orders to the players screaming at the TV running a high risk of having a heart attack...
This time, I will travel to Argentina for the second round (that I hope we will reach...) since I was not able to get a ticket with a reasonable price for an earlier date.
So, tomorrow morning, at 10 am I will be in front of the TV but this time without the other "coachs" to discuss the players' performance but my heart will be with them and, of course, with the players too.
I remember that a few months ago, I found this young guy on the island, wearing an Argentinian T-shirt, the formal one and I felt so moved that I took a picture of him and I apologize in advance to him.
I said: - Listen, just in case. I am sorry if we do not perform very well in this World Cup. I promise we will have another coach in the next one and that Messi will play at least in a couple of games. I hope he does or I will have to give some explanations to this kid...
Well, I go now because Mitch just arrived to play with the band at Salt Raker's and I want to come back for Friday night fun...
But that year, I was working with a group of Argentinian consultants so we met for all the games to scream, curse, laugh and cry sometimes (yeah, of course...) around the giant TV at home or at the Marriott hotel. No matter the time of the day. We re-scheduled all the work meetings to be able to watch all the games. Yeah. Football for Argentinians (for South Americans in general) is a very serious matter.
We all think we know more than the coach, which in this case (for this World Cup) is absolutely true, since Maradona was probably the best player that ever existed but as a coach... he sucks...
I am no exception and while watching the games, I stand up and start giving orders to the players screaming at the TV running a high risk of having a heart attack...
This time, I will travel to Argentina for the second round (that I hope we will reach...) since I was not able to get a ticket with a reasonable price for an earlier date.
So, tomorrow morning, at 10 am I will be in front of the TV but this time without the other "coachs" to discuss the players' performance but my heart will be with them and, of course, with the players too.
I remember that a few months ago, I found this young guy on the island, wearing an Argentinian T-shirt, the formal one and I felt so moved that I took a picture of him and I apologize in advance to him.
I said: - Listen, just in case. I am sorry if we do not perform very well in this World Cup. I promise we will have another coach in the next one and that Messi will play at least in a couple of games. I hope he does or I will have to give some explanations to this kid...
Well, I go now because Mitch just arrived to play with the band at Salt Raker's and I want to come back for Friday night fun...
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