Lanus  0  Argentinos Juniors  1

With this victory Argentinos Juniors become king makers and party-poopers at the same time.

Lanus had launched a late challenge to Velez Sarsfield who had looked like the only title contenders for some time. If Lanus had won this one, they’d have been just a point behind Velez with a game to play.

But true to form, the Bichos played much better away from home to win this game with a Nico Blandi goal in the second half that leaves Velez, who’d beaten Huracan 2-0 earlier in the day, four points clear at the top of the table and uncatchable.

The hero of the afternoon was our goalkeeper, the young Luis Ojeda who was outstanding.

One to watch -- Luis Ojeda

One to watch -- Luis Ojeda

So now that the title has been settled, we’ve still got the Copa America to look forward to, beginning in Argentina on July 1st. And then the presidential elections in October.

That looks like being duller than this football season that’s drawing to a lacklustre close. There really is only one contender for this one, and she’s not sure she wants to play. The opinion polls all put President Cristina Fernandez de Kirchner out in front.

But she’s rumoured to be: a) still mourning the death last October of her husband, the former president, Nestor Kirchner. b) None too fit herself with regular bouts of illness that have forced her to cancel important trips and meetings. c) Perturbed by scandals lurking in the political backwoods that threaten to sneak up and bite her ankles.

But if not her, then who? Her own governing Peronist party is peopled by thugs, nerds and light-weights. Some boast just one of these less than savoury characteristics, others all three. But what none of them seem to have is vision or charisma.

And the opposition is a confusing mish-mash of bickering individuals. If any of them did, by some quirk, find themselves with the presidential sash draped over their shoulder then the first thing I imagine they’d do would be to run from the presidential palace into the street screaming: “What do I do now?!”

The newspapers are filled daily with page after page about who has met who and who might form alliances and who might not. Ricardo Alfonsin, the son of the former president, Raul, probably tops the pile of ‘the rest.’ There’s Francisco de Narvaez, interesting for the tattoo on his neck, and …..  I’m sorry, I can’t go on. I’ll return to the football.

Another one who decided this weekend that he’d had enough is the old Boca Juniors warhorse, Martin Palermo. He played his last game at the club’s Bombonera stadium in the 1-1 draw with Banfield. But the game was really just an excuse for the fans to celebrate a man who never pulled out of a challenge and never gave less than 100% in any game.

Diego Maradona was back at the ground after a two-year absence to join in the celebrations.

Palermo scored 194 goals in two spells at Boca in 317 games. Most of them were not beautiful. His tended to be the head that reached the ball in the middle of a ruck or the toe that stabbed it home while being muscled by a couple of burly defenders. But they were often vital goals at vital times which partly explains why the Boca fans hold him so dear to their hearts.

Martin Palermo - Old Warhorse

Martin Palermo - Old Warhorse

He also put in his fair share for Estudiantes and for the Argentina national team, scoring the goal in extra time in the rain against Peru for the team to qualify for the 2010 World Cup when all seemed lost.

I’m pleased to announce that I’ll be watching my football from now on in High Definition having had the relevant box delivered by our new providers. But it was prefaced by one of those stories that leaves you asking: “Did they really say that?”

They told us the man with the box would visit us for installation between 8am and 4pm. That lack of precision is annoying but common the world over and we accepted it with good grace. “But he won’t come if it’s raining.”

“What?! It’s an indoor installation that requires no outdoor activity whatsoever.”

“That’s the agreement. If it rains, they don’t work. Health and safety.”

It didn’t rain and he came and everything is now so much clearer, so much more definition. The great irony of course, is that while artificial life on my TV is clearer, outside my front door the real world has gone all blurry.

That’s because of ash blown up from an angry volcano deep down in southern Chile that’s caused havoc with flights in and out of everywhere in this part of the world and has left a thin film of ash coating Buenos Aires.

But that burst of volcanic anger will pale into nothingness against the eruption that will be provoked if mighty River Plate drop out of the top division. They didn’t do themselves any favours with a feeble 1-1 against Estudiantes and still sit precariously above the danger zone with just a game to play.

Arsenal beat Colon 1-0 on Saturday. Quilmes helped their survival hopes with a 2-0 win at San Lorenzo. All Boys beat Gimnasia 1-0, Tigre and Independiente drew 0-0 and Olimpo and Newell’s 1-1.

Argentinos Juniors 1 Estudiantes 0

If it keeps on like this, we’re going to have to start mumbling about perhaps winning the championship. Don’t forget, Argentinos Juniors is the team that finished in last place last season. Estudiantes, from the city of La Plata, were not only top of the table and unbeaten this season, they’re the South American champions, the holders of the Libertadores Cup. This was a big test and a huge scalp.

For no other reason than that they make up fifty percent of the population, women in Argentine football is a subject that must be covered. And since I’m neither a woman nor an Argentine and couldn’t make the game, I don’t feel worthy. So I’ve contracted my wife Claudia to do this piece. I, in return, will do some quality dish washing and perhaps some top of the range ironing in return.   Over to you, Claudia:

I love football.  I am a Boca Juniors fan and always have been – thanks to my mum being one (albeit in name only, since she never went to a game in her life.) I love an exciting game of live football but most of those I have seen haven’t been that good since all I’ve been to is about a dozen West Ham matches and one or two at Boca.

A couple of years ago I was lucky enough to land a job as a producer for a TV company covering the quarter-finals and one semi-final at the Copa America, the South American national championships, in Venezuela. I was supposed to be neutral but couldn’t restrain a cheer when Leo Messi scored a fantastic goal against Mexico.

I listen to football matches on the radio while I cook, no matter who’s playing – the commentators always giving away their preferences when they scream their team’s goals.

The only other game I had seen at the Diego Maradona Stadium was last April, when Argentinos Juniors met Independiente in a disappointing game of two very mediocre halves which ended in a 1-1 draw.  The result didn’t matter too much because the sun shone, the atmosphere was good and we had gone as a gang with some family friends.

Daniel couldn’t make this game and I thought I might be a bit conspicuous as a single female. So I took our twelve-year-old son, Benjamin, along with me. But there were, I was pleased to see, quite a few women in the crowd.

The game got off to a good start, even though the fans around us didn’t seem to think so. It’s just that maybe I’m not used to that amount of swearing at people you’re supposed to be supporting.   Fifteen minutes into the first half, the Estudiantes goalie had to be replaced after a bad collision with an Argentinos Juniors forward and ten minutes after that the bichos went one up.  A tall, muscular player managed to head the ball into the net after a scramble near the post.

See them? One, perhaps two, women in the crowd?

See them? One, perhaps two, women in the crowd?

The Estudiantes players claimed it was offside, but the score remained 1-0 for Argentinos.  – “So,” I asked the man sitting next to me, “who scored?” –  “No idea” he replied.  Aren’t the men  supposed to know that kind of thing, able to answer the women’s questions?

Football in Argentina is all testosterone with little room for anything else.  There are very few women’s teams and a smattering of women referees.

It was big news when last June Estela Maris Álvarez de Oliveira was appointed as the main referee at the match between San Martín de San Juan and CAI in the Nacional B (the Argentine second division).  I’m not sure if she ever appeared again after all the abuse she took.

There are no women sports commentators on radio or television, something we share with the rest of Latin America.  At the Copa America in Venezuela, there were maybe two or three female producers in a sea of male journalists and photographers.  In most people’s imagination, women in football can only mean one thing – botineras. These are the invariably blond leggy starlets seeking fame and fortune by hanging on to the arms of Argentina’s  well-heeled and well-oiled footballers, preferably those playing abroad.  They’re the local equivalent of footballers’ wives.  And they’re so popular in our gossip magazines that there is going to be an Argentine version of that TV soap, called, well, Botineras, what else?

He's got nice legs...

He's got nice legs...

However, what I saw today is simply women who like going to watch football, especially as the atmosphere was relaxed and they didn’t feel threatened.  So maybe I was the only crazy one shouting at Hauche and Ortigoza to get a move on and clapping and chanting ORTIGOOOO, ORTIGOOOO, But I believe the others were grateful, in their own quiet way, for the opportunity to see the beautiful game, and some not bad looking men to boot.

While we waited for the hordes of disappointed Estudiantes fans to leave the stadium, I watched some of the other women and girls standing around.  One pair struck me as different from the rest – they were about 20 years’ old, well groomed and carefully dressed, in a sort of casual but showy way.  There were no dads, brothers or boyfriends lurking around, so I can only assume they were on a fishing trip to see what could be had from among the crowd.  As we filed out of the stadium, I saw them again, standing near some fans who were looking at them like they were a couple of juicy steaks. The girls’ attention however was directed towards another group of better looking males.  So this, I realised, was like a prelude to tonight’s club scene.

More and more women these days are going to football.  We all want to share in our team’s successes and in some stadiums the atmosphere and other women help us to feel secure. Although I wouldn’t go to Boca Juniors since it’s too intimidating (even though I’ll always be a bostera).

But I enjoyed being at Argentinos Juniors and soaking in the enthusiasm of a crowd that just loves the game.  For ninety minutes it was great being part of that today.

[Ah, you want to know who scored... Matias Caruzzo, at 27’ in the 1st half, apparently off-side.  The referee, who at moments seemed to have little control of the game, showed seven yellow cards, six to Estudiantes players.  Veron, despised by Argentinos fans, had a few chances on goal, but Argentinos managed to hang on for their fourth consecutive win this season.  They have now moved second in the table.]