This
week’s title is taken from one of the more under-rated
(in my opinion) songs from Sly Stone’s back catalogue.
It talks of how things can give different feelings in different
circumstances. Over the past few days in Argentina, and in
Rosario especially, one club have given their fans very different
feelings
indeed.
Newell’s Old Boys are one of the prouder clubs in the
history of Argentine football. The rosarino school of football
is, traditionally, one that’s always been associated
with flowing, carefree, spectacular attacking football. Down
the years, Rosario’s two clubs, Newell’s and Central,
have given the nation (and world) the likes of 1978 World Cup-winning
striker and manager Mario Kempes and César Luis Menotti,
as well as Gabriel Batistuta, and the tradition continues with
the likes of Maxi Rodriguez, Fernando Belluschi and Lionel
Messi among those who’ve been brought through in Newell’s
academy (albeit not for long, in Messi’s case).
Yet, in the past week, Newell’s fans have been left
scratching their heads and wondering whether to laugh or cry.
Their team had just ended a run of 14 matches without a win
by winning two in a row, when last Thursday something amazing
(for the impartial observer) happened. The AFA handed down
a 3-point fine for the violent incidents during the 2-1 home
defeat to River - the first time a points deduction has ever been implemented
for such an offence. The following day, a judge called in to
re-evaluate the club’s bankruptcy hearing after the original
judge (who’d ruled in Newell’s favour) had passed
away, reversed the decision, and ordered the club to pay anywhere
between 2 and 8m Argentine pesos (£350,000 - £1.4m),
depending on which newspaper you read. If they didn’t,
Newell’s Old Boys would be forced into receivership.
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As if
the celebrations weren’t going to be loud enough already
- three straight wins, after 14 games without any – Newell’s
president then announced that, oh look, they’d found
the money they owed their creditors, and it would be paid into
the relevant accounts within the week
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So, how did the team respond to
this when Friday night arrived? By taking on one of the form
sides of the moment, Arsenal -
who’d only lost their 100% record the previous week,
very unfortunately, to River - and beating them 3-2 away. Oscar
Cardozo, the hero of the previous weekend when they’d
triumphed with a depleted squad,
scored twice and claimed the Man of the Match award. As if
the celebrations weren’t going to be loud enough already
- three straight wins, after 14 games without any – Newell’s
president then announced that, oh look, they’d found
the money they owed their creditors, and it would be paid into
the relevant accounts within the week. Nothing like the threat
of extinction to give an institution a bit of a kick up the
a**e, it seems. But with the stress and the strain, has it
been a good or a bad seven days to be a Newell’s fan?
I had planned to make Newell’s the sole subject of this
week’s column, but nothing stands still in Argentina
for long, of course. For one thing, it would be remiss of me
to ignore the fact that the national side are now officially
(rather than merely in their own heads) the best in the world,
after overtaking Italy in FIFA’s new World Rankings for
March. That friendly win in France did the world of good for
a side who’ve not actually won a meaningful trophy since
before the rankings were introduced. England are 6th and Scotland
- Scotland! - 16th in the same list, which tells you all you
need to know, really.
It’s also very difficult to ignore
Martín
Palermo, much as my River sympathies lead me to try. You
may remember
that last
week he scored a hat-trick against his first club,
Estudiantes. Apparently he felt bad about that, because this
week, against their cross-city rivals Gimnasia (those who read
my early VOF columns will remember Gimnasia as the villains
of the piece when they played
Boca during the Apertura), he went one better, scoring four.
Between the 6th and 14th minutes
he hit a hat-trick, and he capped it off with another midway
through the second half. He really must wish he could play
La Plata sides every week.
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Ortega came off
the bench with 15 minutes left as River struggled to
break down Quilmes - and scored the winner
with virtually the last touch of the match. Oh - with his arm.
Unlike a certain other short, scruffy Argentine with addiction
issues, it wasn’t deliberate, but the hosts weren’t
exactly over the moon about it
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Not to be outdone, another living
legend returned this week for River. Ariel Ortega’s last appearance had been in
the Summer Tournament match against Racing which I attended
in January. Since then, he’s been continuing his battle
with alcoholism (Argentine media don’t like to name the
problem if they can avoid it, considering it disrespectful,
but given that British readers won’t know the circumstances,
I have to). Ortega came off the bench with 15 minutes left
as River struggled to break down Quilmes - and scored the winner
with virtually the last touch of the match. Oh - with his arm.
Unlike a certain other short, scruffy Argentine with addiction
issues, it wasn’t deliberate, but the hosts weren’t
exactly over the moon about it.
River’s fans, on the other hand, were laughing all the
way out of the stadium. Winning whilst playing poorly is what
champions do, apparently - although they may be worried, in
that case, that San Lorenzo, one point ahead of River in pole
position, also did exactly that against Rosario Central. What
made River’s fans laugh, made their opponents
cry. That, at least, was clear-cut.
Spare a thought for Newell’s, though, because
they really aren’t sure which option to take right now.
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