Only seven games left now in the Argentine Clausura championship, and everyone is starting to get a bit edgy. Another manager bites the dust (Señor El Cholo Simeone of San Lorenzo jumping before he was pushed), several others dangling on the precipice and a very few actually happy and content pretty much sums up a manager’s life in this country.
This weekend was actually a rather landmark one for yours truly, as I had the pleasure of going on my first long distance road trip as part of the travelling Racing massive. On Thursday afternoon we travelled up to Tucumán bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and returned Sunday morning, how do I put this… destroyed, is probably the politest word to describe my physical and mental well-being at that point. I’m sure many of you can picture what a weekend away trip entails, but for your benefit anyway I found the itinerary of the trip in the bottom of my bag on returning home, and copy it here for your education:
Trip to Tucumán c/o the Racing Pibes Tour Company ltd:

Under-appreciated Tucumán Beauty at El Cadillal
Thursday:
6:30pm- Leave Retiro station on bus for 17 hour coach journey.
Friday:
12:00pm- Arrive in Tucumán and meet up with other (30) fans in nearby hostel. Start drinking Norte cerveza. Every time supplies run low, retire immediately to next door kiosk to restock.
2:00pm- Continue drinking, now with wine and the occasional “cigarette” being passed around the group.
3:00pm- Asado time- Massive chunks of beef rib, two whole chickens and bread. Must be accompanied with more beer, wine and Racing chants. After dinner, more beer, wine and “cigarettes”.

Please, no more!!!!
5:30pm- Trip to local area of natural beauty- in this case El cadillal dam. Continue drinking on the bus and while there, before breaking into the dam itself and walking precariously half-drunk on top.
7:30pm- Return to hostel for pre-game drinking
9:00pm- Stagger to ground as best you can and squeeze into any space going. Jump and shout like you’ve been drinking and smoking all day.
9:30pm- Soaked to your skin, you realise the game has been suspended because of the awful rain. Exit the stadium to a flooded street up to your ankles, and spend the next hour jumping on team buses, running from home fans and police and eventually getting a lift home with seven people in the back of a random pick up truck (procured by the police)

"What do you mean, cancelled for rain? What Rain?"
Saturday:
01:00am- After thoroughly drying off and refuelling on beer, wine and fernet, head out to sample the Tucumán nightlife. First, pizza and beer at only restaurant open.
2:30am- Head to local pool hall for a few friendly games and more beer. NOTE: A visit to a local ‘house of ill-repute’ is an alternative option.
5:00am- Return back to hostel absolutely exhausted, only to find your room filled with twenty people snoring like you’ve never heard before. NOTE: A visit to a local ‘house of ill-repute’ is an alternative option.
10:00am- Wake up. Breakfast- coffee, scones, beer, freshly-rolled “cigarettes”.
4:00pm Take bus back to Retiro. Sleep the entire way. Swear you will never touch alcohol again in your life.
Great trip, loved every minute!
Still, quite apart from my adventures there were some other games this weekend that lasted the whole 90 minutes. It would be rude not to talk of them a little:
Gabbarini Keeps Independiente Firing:
It’s often said that behind every championship winning side is a top-quality goalkeeper. Independiente certainly have one of those driving them on from the back, as Adrían Gabbarini performed heroics on the way to a 1-0 win over Arsenal de Sarandi. The rojo keeper pulled off save after save to keep out the away side, who had fallen behind to a thunderbolt free kick from reserve striker Lionel Nuñez. Watch it here, the ball was absolutely flying. Independiente squeak another one 1-0 then, and it looks like the championship’s theirs to lose from now.
Estudiantes and Banfield do Rojo a Favour:
Honestly, El Tolo Gallego must have hung a few horseshoes up and mutilated some rabbit’s feet in pre season. The lucky so and so, fresh from another close win saw close challengers Estudiantes and Banfield cancel each other out in a draw that suited only the Avellaneda outfit. Prolific Mauro Boselli notched another for la pincha to give them the lead, connecting his head with a speculative long shot to beat Banfield’s stranded keeper. El taladro equalled five minutes from half time through Quinteros, the midfielder finding himself in the right place as the ball pinballed around the home penalty area. Sebastian Fernandez then could have won it for Banfield with a penalty, but it was saved by Estudiantes’ Orión.
But Godoy are still sniffing around:
The Mendocinos refuse to go away this season, and with other rivals faltering they consolidated second place by beating Vélez 2-0 at home. They remain three points behind the leaders after two goals in two minutes on the counter attack broke down ‘the fort’ (Vélez’s nickname, el fortín). Pick of the goals came from César Carranza, who smartly beat the away goalie after great work down the right hand side from Feddy Higuaín.
Best of the Rest: A Tale of Three Grandes:
Independiente may be laughing, but the other four traditional big teams certainly aren’t getting the joke. With Racing only playing twenty minutes in Tucumán on a pitch better suited to kayaking, it was the other three biggies that suffered back in Buenos Aires. Diego Simeone fell on his sword after San Lorenzo suffered a dire defeat at home to strugglers Gimnasia. Sebastian Romero was the lobo hero, striking a fine left-footer into the home side’s net. El Cholo’s exit was not particularly mourned by the cuervo faithful, who had grown ever more frustrated with the team’s less than inspiring clausura performance.
Boca tecnico Alves will follow Simeone to the Job Centre this week, after resigning himself following a 2-1 reverse against relegation candidates Rosario Central. Boca chiefs however persuaded the under-fire coach to stay on until the next game against Colón in Santa Fe, to give them more time to find a replacement- strangely enough, there are few people willing at the moment to sip from this particular poisoned chalice.
Despite being the big team most in trouble, River boss Astrada currently seems to have his job relatively secure; at least, they are not whistling and cursing him from the stands yet. Many more performances like the loss against Lanús however, and he should watch his back. Las gallinas went down 1-0 in the south courtesy of Sebastian Blanco, who followed up his own header to take advantage of Daniel Vega’s horrible spill. River’s big problem seems to be the youth and inexperience of their frontline, who have been fairly ineffectual in front of goal. To paraphrase a certain Scottish football pundit’s famous words- “you don’t win anything with pibes.”
Full Results of Fecha 12:
| Huracán |
0 |
0 |
Colón |
| Argentinos Jrs. |
2 |
1 |
Chacarita Jrs. |
| San Lorenzo de A. |
0 |
1 |
G. y Esgrima L.P. |
| N.O. Boys |
0 |
2 |
Tigre |
| Independiente |
1 |
0 |
Arsenal F.C. |
| Estudiantes L.P. |
1 |
1 |
Banfield |
| Boca Jrs. |
1 |
2 |
Rosario Ctral. |
| Godoy Cruz (Mza.) |
2 |
0 |
Vélez Sarsfield |
| Lanús |
1 |
0 |
River Plate |
| At. Tucumán |
0 |
0 |
Racing Club (Suspended after 22 mins) |
Awkward Moment of the Week:
“El que no salta, es un ingleeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!” (Whoever doesn’t jump, is english!) Heard all around me in the Tucumán away end, week of the Falkland’s War anniversary, surrounded by 2,000 screaming fans. Did I jump? Too f****ing right I did!
Argentine Tourist Board Rep of the Week:
‘-Vamos a poder conseguir pasajes tan tarde?
-Obvio, quíen carajo quiere ir a Tucumán??’
(-Can we get bus tickets this late on?
-Course we can, who the f*** wants to go to Tucumán??)
Wise words from the one and only Luciano Ciccarelli, Racing fan extraordinaire, as we approached Retiro coach station without any tickets.
Hero of the Week:
It takes something a little special to get a 10 rating from Clarín, but Adrian Gabbarini fully deserved it as he formed a metaphorical brick wall around his goal, stopping everything that was thrown at him.
Boludo of the Week:

What You Lookin' at, Alves???
All roads are leading away from the Bombonera for temperamental/ sulky midfielder/ asshole Juan Román Riquelme. The number 10 capped a horrible day for Boca fans by getting himself sent off arguing with the referee, and now looks set to leave his boyhood idols for pastures new.