Vol. 27 No. 296 (2023)
I want to be World Champion
Match, extension, penalties, the end and now indeed, we are champions. It could be because of the changeable result of a game that with a few minutes left seemed defined, or because of the thirty-six years that have passed since the last World Cup was won in Mexico, or because of the joy of obtaining the third star, people massively turn to the streets wherever they were: inside the borders, in Buenos Aires, Rosario, Mar del Plata, González Catán, Calchín; and also in the rest of the world, in Barcelona, Dhaka, Jakarta, Bombay, Caracas, Miami.
Those who feel that their DNA has something or a lot of Argentina, sympathize with the colors, or cheer for Lionel Messi to finally get the award he had left to complete a legendary life playing soccer, multiply with a profusion of exploding bodies. of emotion.
And everything is light blue and white; and the endless and repeated recital is heard: Vamos Vamos, Argentina... (Let's go, let's go, Argentina) Muchachos, ahora nos volvimos a ilusionar, quiero ganar la tercera, quiero ser campeón mundial (Guys, now we're excited again, I want to win the third one, I want to be World Champion). It is a crowd that celebrates, jumps, sings and enjoys, exercising - even for a few days and with fleeting expectations - the genuine, legitimate and universal human right to happiness.
Tulio Guterman - Director, January 2023