02/08
2011

Uruguay  3  Paraguay  0

I know, I know. The first coat of dust has already settled on Uruguay’s 2011 Copa America trophy and I’ve still not written about it. But I have an excuse. I’ve been travelling. Up north, way up north in the province of Salta about as close as you can get to the Bolivian border without being spat at by cantankerous llamas.

We stopped in one village, San Juan, several hours walk from the nearest Facebook connection, that didn’t even have electricity. It had goats. And the locals grew several varieties of potato which they compared and swapped with one another by candlelight to pass the time on the long cold nights after the sun went down.

We did get to see most of the final though. The first half in a bar in the tourist town of Tilcara, part of the second half on a very small screen in a market stall selling crappy Andean jumpers and the last five minutes, and Diego Forlan’s second goal, back at our hotel in the neighbouring village of Maimara.

There’s no doubt in my mind that the best team won. But it was the worst possible final for the Argentine organisers. Uruguay has a population of a little over three million and Paraguay doesn’t have many more. No-one really knows since they refuse to stand still for long enough for anyone to count them so any figure will be only an estimate.  Then they die and new ones are born and I’m told that Juan Ramirez of Montevideo has been hiding in a cellar for five years so I’m not sure if he figures in any recent censuses, or should that be censi?

Diego Forlan: small country, big player.

Diego Forlan: small country, big player.

So pretty much the entire populations of both Paraguay and Uruguay piled into the Monumental stadium in Buenos Aires for the final and there were still seats to spare.

How embarrassing all this is for South America’s footballing superpowers. Uruguay would fit several hundred times into Brazil, if anyone could be bothered to carry out such an exercise which I don’t really see the point of since you’d only have to put it back where it belonged and would probably lose some of the pieces in the process.

And Argentina, Messi, Tevez, etc, etc. What a washout they turned out to be. I can only blame the manager, Sergio Batista – a man for whom I had high hopes.  Alejandro Sabella, once of Leeds and Sheffield United, said to speak Spanish with a Yorkshire accent, has now taken over the reins in time for the beginning of the 2014 World Cup qualifying campaign which begins shortly against Chile.

How difficult can it be? Brazil qualifies automatically as hosts. Four others, possibly five, from South America go through. He can’t be as bad as his two predecessors, Batista and Maradona. And he’s got one of the finest selections of players the world has ever seen to choose from.

The most bizarre footballing story circulating in these parts in recent days was that the Argentine Football Association was planning to revamp the league. They were going to merge the first and second divisions to create a thirty-eight team division. There was no information about how this might work. The Godfather of Argentine football, Julio Grondona, tried to push it through with his snout as he has with every other contentious decision over the past thirty or so years. It was reported that he was under pressure from the government. He said no-one tells him what to do. The only reason anyone could think of for such a ridiculous plan was that it meant relegated giants, River Plate, would this way be back in the newly-expanded top flight. Unless of course they get relegated again in which case the first division would have to be expanded by another nineteen teams. And so on and so on.

After much incredulous head shaking, the fans and the club owners spoke up as one and Grondona, for once, was sent slinking back into the hole from which he’d crawled, mumbling and muttering and blaming everyone for the silliness except himself.

Both the Argentine and the English leagues kick-off this weekend. Argentinos Juniors travel to newly promoted Union of Santa Fe on Friday night. While West Ham entertain Cardiff City on Sunday. I’m predicting victories for both teams. But then I predicted Chile would win the Copa America and Andy Murray would win Wimbledon.  That’s how much I know.

Argentina 2 Peru 1

The domestic programme is taking a break while Argentina suffers the torturous agony of trying to qualify for the 2010 World Cup. The nation breathed a huge sigh of relief on a rain-soaked Saturday night as old war-horse Martín Palermo stabbed home an extra-time winner against bottom side, no-hopers, Peru.

Peru are not exactly San Marino but they’d won only two out of their previous sixteen qualifying games, and neither of those outside of Lima. And the fact that manager, Diego Maradona, had to divert Palermo from the knackers yard to pull on his sky-blue and white shirt illustrated the sorry state that Argentina finds itself in.

Monument to Uruguay's Glory

Monument to Uruguay's Glory

They sit in the fourth and final automatic qualifying spot and victory against Uruguay, in Montevideo, on Wednesday night will guarantee them a trip to South Africa. But victory for Uruguay, who are just a point behind, will do the same for them. And Ecuador, a point behind Uruguay and two behind Argentina, will play already qualified Chile with high hopes of at least clinching the fifth place play-off spot and a couple of games against a very small country from Central America. Put simply, Argentina must win on Wednesday.

But imagine Argentina were England and had to win in Glasgow to qualify. And a victory for Scotland would put them on the plane to South Africa instead. That’s what the game against Uruguay represents, but even more so.

Argentina, with some of the most expensive talent on the planet at their disposal, look like a bunch of Sunday morning sloggers who have got the kick-off time wrong and thought “Sod it, let’s get a few beers in before the game.”

Maradona took over a losing team and led them further down a road of confusion and contradiction. He knows Messi must play but doesn’t know who to play him alongside and has tried pretty much everyone apart from his mum.

Victory over Uruguay is crucial for Argentina but it’s pretty important for Uruguay too. It’s a small country defined to a large degree by its relationship with its dominant, overpowering, sometimes bullying neighbour.  Argentines, on the other hand, rarely even think about Uruguay except when it comes to choosing holiday destinations. And now they have the audacity to block their path to the World Cup!

Uruguay was born in 1828 out of a treaty brokered by the British after a 500-day war between Argentina and Brazil. Because of its liberal politics it became known as ‘The Switzerland of South America’ despite little in the way of mountains, chocolate or cuckoo clocks. It does have a fair few banks though.

It also boasts plenty of fine meat, tango and football – which makes it, to the untrained eye, a lot like Argentina, only smaller and quieter. There are less than four million Uruguayans so your chances of running into one are slim. But if you should, don’t ever compare them to the Argentines. They would find that offensive. Instead, talk about the two World Cups they’ve won.

They won the first World Cup ever in 1930, beating none-other than old rivals Argentina in the final. But the one they’re really proud of is victory in the 1950 final against Brazil in the Maracana stadium. There are monuments to that win erected in Montevideo. Stamps were printed, medals were awarded and books written.

On the Slide

On the Slide

Despite some fine players, like Atlético Madrid goal-machine Diego Forlán, they’re unlikely to win a third World Cup. But they’re good enough to qualify and hold their own. And if they can put Argentina out of the competition along the way there’ll be some hats tossed into the air in the streets of Montevideo. Who knows, they might even keep the bars open for an extra half an hour or so.

The Argentine media is talking about failure to qualify as though it were the end of the world. Argentina, despite its huge promise, rarely figures in those world lists of top ten best this or best that. Except when it comes to football. So to not even make the top thirty or so teams gathering in South Africa, let alone the best four in South America, would be a huge blow to national pride.

Argentina didn’t qualify for the 1970 finals and lived to fight another day. But this time they’ve got Messi, Tévez, Agüero and more. Failure to qualify this time would be a national catastrophe with political and economic implications.

But looking on the bright side, it should, although I doubt it will, force Argentina to look at the dismal state of their national game and begin a much-needed rebuilding. They can’t rely on Palermo poking one in from the middle of a goal-mouth scramble. And I’m not sure Maradona could handle another celebratory belly slide across a rain-sodden pitch like the one he performed on Saturday.