I can still taste it. It's in my mouth, my ears, my nose and my veins.
In Argentina, there is this little match-up known as the Superclasico — Boca Juniors vs. River Plate.
La Bombonera, in the heart of La Boca, Buenos Aires, is a serious temple to the beautiful game and on derby day, it really comes to life.
You cannot believe the energy inside this concrete bowl. Ear-to-ear grins are the order of the day. Bottle this power and you will rule the world. You don't speak Spanish? Not a problem ... just hum, whistle, clap and scream. It all works at the 'Chocolate Box'.
Have I ever been to a worse game? Probably not, but who cares? Football when it means this much is never about the performance. I was telling my traveling companion about the Westfalen Stadium in Dortmund during World Cup 2006. Germany vs. Poland — rubbish match, chilling atmosphere.
Sure, it's different when it's country vs. country and not club vs. club but Sunday afternoon I was taken to a place that I've never been before.
Witnessing football at this heightened state is stronger than any substance known to man. The power of one, the will of 60,000, is more intoxicating than anything you can imagine.
Attending a Boca vs. River clash was on my top 10 list of things to do before I die. Fifteen thousand miles, four days and plenty of dollars makes it all sound insane. When the idea was first spawned, I agreed. When I landed in Buenos Aires, it felt absurd. At 6pm local time, it was the best decision that I had ever made when it came to football. For the record, Boca won the clash 1-0.
You may disagree with some of the topics I decide to write about but trust me on this one — if you love the game, you simply MUST witness this rivalry at La Bombonera.
It's easily the most brilliant atmosphere you will ever encounter — and it doesn't hurt that BA is a sensational city.
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