Racing Club  2  Argentinos Juniors  1

There’s been a pattern to Argentinos Juniors’ play this season. They tend to dominate the first half with some neat passing from midfield. Their defence is solid but their attack is woeful. They’ll take the lead but then can’t use their dominance to finish the game off and gradually their opponents get more and more into the game until the equaliser, followed swiftly by a scrappy winner, becomes inevitable.

Such was the case today. This was my first visit to the Racing ground which somehow manages to be both huge and intimate. It’s got plenty of echo and the travelling support, with a consistent drum contingent, was ear-splittingly noisy.

Ear-splittingly Noisy

Ear-splittingly Noisy

Franco Niell put Argentinos ahead in the first half. Racing were simply not very good and Argentinos should have made them pay. Perhaps they’re just too nice. The Colombian Giovanni Moreno played a blinder and his equaliser, from a free kick, was sublime, just sneaking over the wall and into the top left-hand corner. Nicolas Navarro had no chance.

There wasn’t much he could do about the second either, also scored by Moreno. But one of the best moments of the game was the save he made near the end. I was right behind the goal so had a perfect view and was sure the ball was about to hit the back of the net when Navarro leapt across the face of the goal and pushed it away.

He’s a fine keeper and exudes confidence in his defence.  Although some fans have questioned why the manager brought him in at the start of the season when they already had a perfectly good stopper in the young Luis Ojeda, who more than earned a permanent place in the run-in to winning the championship. The money, they argue, would have been better spent on a ruthless front man.

Argentina has always been blessed with talented and interesting goalkeepers.

At the top of the list is Ubaldo Fillol, nicknamed The Duck, who played in the 1978 World Cup winning team and in the less- memorable 1982 campaign. He also had two stints at Racing and played 17 games for Argentinos Juniors in 1983.

Racing Club - Huge yet Intimate

Racing Club - Huge yet Intimate

The current number one Number One, Sergio Romero, playing in Holland, I believe is a worthy successor.

One of the more colourful characters in the Argentine game in recent years was the Paraguayan keeper, Jose Luis Chilavert, who helped Velez Sarsfield to a hatful of titles and the Copa Libertadores in the nineties.

He was a restless goalkeeper, often straying up to the half-way line and was a useful penalty taker, scoring sixty-two goals in his career, including three in one match in the Argentine league against Ferrocarril Oeste. He also played in Spain, France and Uruguay and was last in the news when he announced he would consider standing as president in future elections in Paraguay.

The darkest and most sinister of Argentine goalkeepers was Edgardo ‘The Cat’ Andrada who played for Rosario Central and Colon in Argentina and Vasco in Brazil. He’ll go into the record books as the keeper who let in Pele’s 1,000th goal, from a penalty, in a game between Vasco and Santos.

They say that goalkeepers, like drummers, are weird and Andrada would appear to fit that bill. He’s being investigated after a major figure from the dictatorship that terrorised Argentina during the nineteen-seventies and eighties said the keeper was part of a gang that kidnapped and tortured opponents of the regime.

Andrada - Just a Goalkeeper?

Andrada - Just a Goalkeeper?

He’s been accused of being an intelligence agent for the military government and of involvement in the kidnap and murder of two political activists, Osvaldo Cambiaso y Eduardo Pereira Rossi. Andrada, not surprisingly, denies everything. “I was just a goalkeeper,” he says.

On the receiving end of those dark years of military terror known as ‘The Dirty War’ was another goalkeeper, Claudio Tamburrini who played for the second division outfit, Almagro. He was kidnapped in November 1977 by agents working for the air force and taken to a detention centre. He was involved in student politics but was probably picked up since another student, under torture, gave up his name, any name, simply to stop them hurting him. Tamburrini was held there for four months, strapped naked to a bed and subjected to regular torture until, with three fellow inmates, he managed to escape.

He made it into exile in Sweden where he still lives, as a writer and philosopher. He wrote a book about his ordeal and escape called Free Pass – Chronicle of an Escape. I interviewed him in Buenos Aires a few years ago when he was here to promote the release of the film based on the book.

The film is excellent, starting with powerful images of the four fleeing prisoners running naked along a deserted road in the early hours of the morning. He has a good life now as a well-respected academic and writer – some reward for an ordeal that continues to haunt the individuals it terrorised as well as the nation that produced it.

Like all the survivors of the Dirty War that I’ve interviewed, Tamburrini exuded a calmness, a quiet determination to overcome his nightmare and understand how the torturers could have done what they did to fellow human beings.

British poet Simon Armitage has written about goalkeepers in verse and prose and said this in The Guardian after the blunder by England’s Robert Green in the game against the US at the 2010 World Cup: “Goalkeepers are, by definition, weirdos and odd ones out: they put their faces where others put their studs, and their chosen function in a sport defined by its flow and energy is one of apparent inaction followed by occasional moments of joy-killing intervention.”

The front page news on Monday morning was simply that Boca Juniors won a game…2-0 at home to Huracan with that old war-horse, Martin Palermo, scoring the first. River Plate could only manage a 2-2 draw at Godoy Cruz. Estudiantes stay top after a 1-1 result against Colon while Velez keep up the pressure, just three points behind, after beating bottom club, Quilmes, 2-0. Arsenal are equal second after beating Gimnasia 3-2. Argentinos play All Boys next Saturday. They beat Independiente 3-1. San Lorenzo 2 Tigre 0; Olimpo 1 Lanus 0 and Banfield 0 Newell’s 0.

Argentinos Juniors  0  River Plate  0

It’s been a while since anyone saw a 0-0 draw at the humble home of Argentinos Juniors. And with an attack force as flaccid and potent as a week-old stick of celery, it could be a while yet before we see another goal, at least from the home side.

They weren’t bad, Argentinos Juniors, against the team now sitting proudly on top of the Argentine first division. But all the good work from the goalkeeper through the defence and into a creative midfield came to a floppy, indecisive, wishy-washy nothingness in front of goal, which allowed the River Plate keeper, Juan Pablo Carrizo, to admire the rooftops of La Paternal, file his nails and send emails to friends he’d not contacted for a while.

Evenly matched-Even on paper

Evenly matched-Even on paper. Photo: Lucas S

River Plate were not much better, only troubling the home side’s goalkeeper, Nicolás Navarro, on a couple of occasions.

One player, however, did stand out – the visitor’s Number Ten, Ariel Ortega. Every time he touched the ball, large parts of the home crowd shouted: “Boracho – Drunkard.”

I don’t think he was. No-one could execute the kind of subtle passes, deft little flicks and surging runs that he did while in a state of inebriation. But he has been and often.

Ortega, at 36-years-old, is currently in the midst of yet another comeback. River fans, who haven’t seen their team lift any silverware since 2008, are hoping that El Burrito will inspire their underperforming stars like he did in the nineteen-nineties when the Millionaires had to employ a full-time trophy polisher.

Back in February, Ortega failed to turn up for training, again. And again his club, which has shown admirable patience with his alcoholic lapses, shipped him off to a detox clinic.

Ariel Ortega

Ariel Ortega

There’s plenty of alcohol coursing through the veins of Argentine society. Most meals are accompanied by fine and very affordable red wines from their very own Andean mountains. They drink some foul, overly bitter concoction called Fernet. They produce cheap whisky with English names like Old Smuggler, Breeder’s Choice and Cow’s Piss. I made that last one up, in case you were wondering.

And when you ask the waiter in most bars and restaurants what they can off offer you from their ample beer selection, they’ll say: “Quilmes.”

“Quilmes,” you’ll reply. “And what else?”

“Just Quilmes.”

“I’d better make that a Quilmes then.”

It’s not a bad beer. I’m going to try now, and no doubt fail, not to sound sexist. But it’s a lady’s beer. It’s light and wispy and delightfully refreshing on a hot day.  But it’s not a bloke’s beer.

Thankfully, there’s a nascent proper beer brewing community producing some fine ales such as Patagonia, Barba Roja and Otro Mundo. But you have to search for them.

So when we got on the bus to take us to the game and there were five River Plate fans each clutching a sweaty bottle of Quilmes and trying to look threatening, we merely sniggered. They sang, they bashed the side of the bus and they stomped their feet but then they got into a terrible panic when they thought they’d missed their stop.

I’m not sure what Ariel Ortega drinks. But whatever it is, it’s put the brakes on what promised to be a wonderful career. He didn’t do badly, winning national and international titles with River Plate, appearing more than eighty times for Argentina in three World Cups, including one memorable game against Holland when he got sent off for headbutting Edwin van der Sar. He also briefly shone in Italy with Sampdoria and returned to Argentina to win a further championship title with Newell’s Old Boys. But it could and should have been so much better.

An excessive number of nicknames, El Burrito, Orteguita, El Chango, El Jujuyeno, El Bushito, seems to imply that it’s been difficult to get to know the real Ariel Ortega or that he’s not happy with who he is…at least off the pitch.

The pre-match line-up

The pre-match line-up. Photo: Lucas S

He’s from the distant north-western province of Jujuy, on the border with Bolivia, and some have suggested that he’s simply struggled to adjust to the bright lights of Buenos Aires and the overwhelming demands of playing for a club that expects so much.

Whatever the reasons, like George Best, Paul Gascoigne and, of course Diego Maradona, before him, his mercurial talent has been blighted by the booze. Why is it that so often, such excessive gifts on the pitch are accompanied by the need to get wasted off it?

The newspapers only gave Ortega a five out of ten for his performance on Sunday, making Argentinos Juniors’ Juan Mercier the man-of-the-match with eight. My memory of most of this match will fade quicker than the ice-cubes in a whisky and soda left in the sun. But I did get to see just a few flashes of the brilliance of which Ariel Ortega is capable of. I’d like to say: “I’ll drink to that.” But probably best not to.

* So, like I said, that draw leaves River sitting atop the table with ten points from four games and Argentinos Juniors third from bottom with just two after two draws and two defeats. Boca Juniors won their first game, a nervy 2-1 home victory over Velez Sarsfield. Tigre beat Quilmes 3-0 to lift themselves off the bottom spot where they’re replaced by Independiente, who lost 2-1 at home to Arsenal. Racing’s early promise, as it so often does, is already fading with a 1-0 defeat at newly promoted Olimpo. The other big Buenos Aires team, San Lorenzo, moved up to fourth place with a 3-1 win over All Boys.