Champion of Argentina: a fiery crowd in the midst of uncertainty

Standing on the balcony of history has its consequences. Unrepeatable, almost all of them. Congress is left to the Constitution to arrive at the drafting of the clarionwhich is generally a journey that takes 10 minutes by car, This noon lasted an hour and a half, walking in the sunshine.

It was a caravan of blue and white hurdles.

Or of hordes desperate to see their idols, in the midst of total bewilderment.

A crowd pushes its way as best it can through another crowd towards 9 de Julio and San Juan. The one that comes against the hand says no, it’s over there.

One says he heard someone say that the bus will pass the 25 de Mayo highway at 12:30 – in fact, it was an official tweet from the AFA– and that they will be seen better behind, not so here.

But that time it happened a while ago and the micro didn’t even enter the Capital.

In the center, someone lifts a polystyrene ice cream maker and offers ice cold beers. Nobody stops. They all run everywhere.

Without certainties, without indications, without information.

There are no buses. The subways don’t work. Not a single taxi on the few streets where cars can still pass.

Enter an urgent message on whatsapp: Mom, do you know where the bus is going? We have already left the Obelisk and are now in Tacuarí and Independencia.

No, nobody knows.

Then comes a picture of him with a happy smile. It seems that nothing matters anymore. The party goes on, everywhere in the city.

A girl with two long braids, perched on her father’s shoulders, takes out a snowball. Foam gets into his eye. He writhes in pain, it looks like she’s about to cry, but no. This noon of fiery joy does not stop. It also has no end or direction. The clock already strikes 13.

In Salta and on Avenida Garay, a Palermitan family embraces a couple who have recently arrived from Entre Ríos. “We went out last night when we heard about the national holiday”they count, marked and sweaty.

What they never imagined was that the July 9 pilgrimage would be so long. “We left the Obelisk at 8 in the morning and now we are here, but we don’t know where to go,” they say.

Where’s the microphone now? Where will it stop?

The questions flow from mouth to mouth, like a group of Cordovan running in the midst of a human tide along the Santiago del Estero street: “It’s over there, let’s go, they’re coming.”

​ A couple starts running after, but gives up when they reach Avenida Brasil. “No, Radio Miter just said the bus hasn’t arrived at the Central Market yet”.

A group of people from Corrientes were disappointed further back at the Obelisk because they saw the AFA’s tweet on Monday night saying they were going to the Obelisk.

“If they said they’re coming here, we have to wait for them here. We came from Corrientes to see them and they won’t say one thing to another, right?”

It didn’t take long for them to be disappointed. No, they assure them they will never go to the Obelisk again.

The obstacle course continued from here to there, frantic. The micro had just done 13 kilometers in three hours.

Speed ​​was much slower than uncertainty.