Despite the murder of a fan, San Martín and Belgrano played and the Tucumanos surprised the leader of the First National team

It was a key crossroads for San Martín de Tucumán. The goal was none other than beating the leader, Belgrano de Córdoba, to get closer to his rival and, why not, continue to dream of his aspirations to get direct promotion to the professional football league. And he did it for a header by Juan Bautista Miritello, the hero of the night, in a crowded Citadel. Yes, Santo was escorted by the Pirate after winning 1-0, in a clash that remained uncertain until the end due to the murder of a local team fan, near the stadium, a few hours before the game.

Should it be played? “Nothing justifies the loss of a life. The police will determine how it happened and who is responsible. They assured us that we were safe and that the game would take place normally“he said earlier the president of San Martín, Rubén Moisello. Incredible but real. So, despite the horror experienced outside La Ciudadela, inside there was a spicy confrontation, where the locals did their homework better and kept the three points.

It wasn’t easy for the club, it’s true. Already at the start, the Pirate came out to put pressure on Santo, who was suffocated. The guest had two clear chances to take the lead, first with a shot from Maximiliano Comba that Lucas Diarte rejected on the line; and then Nicolás Carrizo covers Pablo Vegetti’s corner header. The reaction had to come. And it happened.

Pushed by his people, San Martín started managing the ball and that’s how he dominated the action. Then the prize appeared: the goal. It happened after Juan Bautista Miritello headed a great cross from Hernán Pellerano for the 1-0 that blew up La Ciudadela. Total madness.

In the plugin the roles have changed. It was Belgrano who started putting pressure on the opponent in search of equality, even if he did not create too many dangers in goal. Guillermo Farré moved the bench to look for more offensive power, but those admitted did not generate discomfort at the back of the premises. The meeting entered a plateau, San Martín took shelter to ensure the result and so, after 90 minutes of pure nervousness and with a giant Tucuma moon to testify, the place stayed with the beans to close the 33rd date of the First National with the illusion that it can.