And one day the world and I’m here to write for Clarin, how are you? When they asked me to have my own column, I first thought of the obvious: “These people are not well, what are they looking for from me?” Then the idea amused me, Why not compete with Diego, my husband? Maybe I’m good at talking about football, so I took heart. Here I am, let’s go.

Football, football… I’ve never been a football fan, I must admit. When I got married to Diego, I didn’t even know who he was. Rosa, the person who used to work in my house, and is still with us, she is a Boca fan and one day she showed up with a poster. That was the guy I met at a bowling alley! That’s when I realized how famous he was. Anyway, I fell in love with football and with Diego. Or Diego and football, in that order. I’m a fan of Racing, by inheritance: my father was a fan, and he had two daughters, we didn’t give them much to do.

But with Diego I became a fan. And I became a fan of “Latorre Sport”Wherever I played, I wore that team’s shirt, and they played everywhere. Players back then weren’t like players now. When Diego played in the nineties, they wore charro boots, fringes, Versace shirts, those ridiculous shirts… how awful! Now they are like rock stars, they use the best brands, they are divine, they have evolved.

Everything has changed, even the wives of footballers. So they didn’t call us”ankle boots“, but we were there: Claudia Villafañe, Mariana Nannis (who was the most scandalous), Ana Laura Goycochea and others, we were like wives who accompanied their husbands a lot and had a lot of respect. Later another litter arrived, with show business girls, models, star stars, Wanda (who is Nannis today), Eliana Guercio, Evangelina Anderson, that there was a revolt, they quarreled, and what do I know. a plateau of peaceThey are calm, they don’t talk, they don’t put players in quilombos. They will travel to Qatar but won’t be able to see their husbands much because they are super focused and this DT takes great care of them in that regard. But what I know I will say here. Obvious!

It’s an intense adventure to be a footballer’s wife. Alongside Diego I celebrated, cried, screamed for every goal. And it was a beautiful life but it went by so fast. That’s why when he retired I experienced it as a duel, for a year I wasn’t able to go on the pitch or watch a match. Boca played and I cried. It made me miss seeing the Bombonera; how much I liked it when they sang Diego’s name, that field is very particular. Then I lost that passion and now I’m very attached to the World Cup. That’s why I expect you to arrive on Tuesday to see the debut against Saudi Arabia.

Diego is in Qatar. He calls me every day to ask me any nonsense. from how to hang a shirt to how many minutes to heat a meal, because it’s useless with household things, poor thing. I love him… but hey, I hit him a little bit because he’s far away.

The match against Argentina is Tuesday at 7 in the morning, the schedule kills me, I don’t know what I’m going to do. Because for me the Selection is relaxation, sitting down and serving myself some wine with a snack. Wow, relax. I have a single cabal: I see it myself, I don’t like to share with anyone. And I suffer like crazy, I scream, I swear, I’m bullshit from the first minute to the last, I throw myself on the ground for goals… It’s not a very presentable image, really. My kids watch it together, upstairs in their room. And if I scream too much they come down to challenge me or tell me they can’t take me anymore. The situation remains more or less like this until the game is over and I’m left as if I had played, sweated and in bed.

Today to get in the mood I was watching the speech of Messi before winning the recently announced Copa América. You know what happens to me with this, besides getting excited? I feel that he is a part of the footballer that people don’t see. I know her. Have you seen that when the World Cup or some important match comes, everything is criticized against the footballers, they throw shit at them, they say they are millionaires, they have to win? Well the reality is that When these guys take the field, they’re not playing for the money.They don’t give a damn what they’ve earned or how much money they have, they want to win for honor. It’s like Messi says, they don’t see the family, they sleep in the hotel, they eat what they’re given, they spend their time moving around. You can be a dad and not know your child! Boys leave the soul. And beware, not just about the country or the flag, and that stupid nationalism we believe in. They do it for themselves, for the team. That’s why I respect the footballer a lot. And it annoys me when their wives don’t support them or put them in a bad light.

According to Latower, Messi has a much better chance at the World Cup this year. Let’s hope he’s the last of Lio. Messi inspires me a lot of tenderness, the only thing he wants is to take the field and win, like everyone who is in the national team. They are human and play soccer. I say this mostly for sports journalists, which they are sucker pancakes, and have more feathers than showmen, they all hate each other. This is why I don’t want to weigh myself down, but this year what I’m asking is to support them. Because I don’t know much about football but I’m a fan of the national team and I’m totally with Scaloni, we love them. To break it!