The World Cup as a succession of postcards and a song that continues to repeat itself in endless celebrations

Since “One Thousand and One Nights”, stories born in Asia and more precisely in the Middle East have fascinated the West. Those plots with Persian, Arab, Syrian, Indian and even Chinese things now add up to a new legend. The one that tells of that tiny and extraordinary man that some called vulgar. Who traveled from distant Rosario to the Persian Gulf and fought against armies from all over the world with a 10 on his back, covered by the bisht of the emirs, a cotton cloak brought from Japan mended with gold thread from Germany.

The myth tells that he fell in the first battle against the Saudis, but then defeated the Aztec warriors and also the Slavic spirit embodied in the army of Lewandowski. Who then subdued the rainbow snake from Australia and nearly gasped at the oranges from the Netherlands. He also bypassed the charm of Croatian fairies to end up redefining the terms of the French Revolution.

It is a legend that can be told and sung. The new lyrics of a song by the group de La Mosca became something like an anthem or a soundtrack for the World Cup in Qatar. An anonymous author described the fan’s mood with the national team based on what we all know. It was born after a Copa América and was a success in 2022. Guillermo Novelis, the bald man with black glasses who wrote the original Lots of guyscapitalized on the band’s return to close-ups and added the return co-writer to the credits. A rare gesture in the industry that you have to thank the magic of the World Cup.

there is a verse -“Guys, we are excited again”-, which is also a collective excuse. It’s that flag hanging on the fence. “Sorry, So-and-So”, pFor the poor Christian who was frowned upon with boos, whores and the worst waves possible, until it was seen that he was of another subject. Come on, has anyone ever missed a reprimand when Messi didn’t come out of the lamp? Did no one say “he’s right” when Pasman, Liberman, Closs, Ruggeri, Vignolo and some others, asked the heads of many of those who ended up responsible for this new song illusion?

In the midst of that period of disappointment, the memes of tube Higuaín circulated on all telephones. There’s nothing more like the Roman emperor’s thumbs down than a soccer fan. “But it’s over because dad won the final with the brazucas at the Maracana…”says the song. And you are right, clean slate, with “the boys of the Malvinas“ as a guarantee that only what is important is what cannot be forgotten.

The World Cup is over. Perhaps 974 stadium was broken up like a Transformers container for travel to another country. But in this one, the city has been left in world mode. He went out on the street out of necessity. After the matches, but especially after the final and will be remembered with the appropriate exaggeration when Christmas came and still nobody was doing anything but jumping, singing and partying. Almost six million people on the streets scattered between the suburbs of Buenos Aires and the city of Buenos Aires. And then in every city inhabited by a champion, the same rite of congregation.

There are no other topics of conversation yet. Everything we talk about has roots in the world. Television, radio, this newspaper and others, stories on social media. In all formats there is something new to show or something repeated to enjoy again. The postcards are varied and certify the impossible.

Football players navigating a flood of people aboard an open top bus, which has been run over by people falling off a bridge. World champions scattered by helicopter to see the immensity of that tide from the sky (“with El Diego, La Tota and Don Diego; rooting for Lionel”); a naked woman, the only one wearing nothing blue and white; army planes flying over the city as tribute; deranged on the tip of the obelisk; people who come back from work -or go- blowing up carts with the Muchaaachos… What madness! What madness? What is the way to channel happiness? “I can’t explain it to you; because you won’t understand, we sing, the song says it. It can continue to be told, like a story of a thousand and one from the land of Diego and Lionel.

Enough, it’s over. Talk about something else. Go over there, stupid.