Look what you missed, Cavani!

Look what you missed, Cavani. You said no to Boca to play for Valencia, where you haven’t been able to make your debut yet. There they will pay you a piece of silver, perhaps. And they will live a little or much more organized than us, let’s face it. But look for the Superclásico video and take a look. Look what you missed.

20 minutes had passed since the start of the second half of a match in which those dirty, clenched teeth that you like so much, Uruguayan, “score a goal, you win”. But it wasn’t you but Darío Benedetto who put his head in a corner and had the pleasure of making that dream that was yours come true: climbing the fence like Manteca Martínez and melting into a scream with Bombonera. And against River, to make history, bo!

Pipa went up and several colleagues followed him, as in a postcard from ’92. In Spain it can be done, the referee remembers the rules and they are all cautioned, it’s true. But we are here and so we are; and I say “we are” because for some reason you wanted to do the same. Because you are there but you are from here, you are ours.

And if you watch the video there is a detail, note. Wired in the middle, Benedetto found himself face to face (or mouth to mouth) with an anonymous fan, one of those who arrive three hours before the popular and break everything: they shouted it together, the superstar footballer and the boy from the stands, they two and millions more. You were missing, Uruguayan.

Because you talked about Manteca and the fence, Edinson. You’ve ignited the fan illusion with a couple of sparks, as that kind of story usually starts.

Riquelme saved your shirt. They winked at the networks. And not long ago they also said you had a confirmed flight to Buenos Aires. Able you copied your partner Luis Suárez and you came, why not?

But he was no, alone. And you went to Valencia, to shout the goals of a team with few aspirations that is 12 in the La Liga and plays as a local in a Mestalla that just does not “explode” with the public. Nothing to do with what you live in Argentine football and much less in the Bombonera.