1st of March, according to me

When we were in Natal the possibility of going to a football game in Buenos Aires came up. Jacob found out that the football team Boca Junior were playing at the BA arena Sunday the 1st of March! Excellent! Look, I like football a lot and I was happy to being able to see football in Argentina, but Jacob was just a bit more enthusiastic about it.
He did the job with googeling forums about how to get the tickets and how it all works. He found out that they sold tickets the same day as the match by the stadium... we just had to be there some time before they opened to get in line.
The hostel informed us the day before that they only had stand-tickets left and that they where sold at 12.00 the same day as the match.

Although we had got the "12.00 information" our alarm went off at 7.45... I was in some sort of a coma and woke up slowly to a jiggling Jacob. The first thing I remember is that he told me something about Patrik´s progress in Vasaloppet...
With my not best morning-temper we had some delay and got off after breakfast at 9.15(I still didn´t really understand why we needed to go that early, since I heard 12.00 somewhere... but I trusted the football expert).
We took a radio-taxi to the Stadium because the hostel-personell did not recommend us to walk there... it was not safe.
When we got there there was already quite a long line for the tickets... we got in the line, and my hopes were that they would open at 10.00. We asked people in line when they would open and some said 10 some said 12.
Since the sun were burning right in our faces I made a small suggestion to go for a coffee or something and come back if they opened at 12. I did not get a positive respons on that, and I started to prepare myself for 2,5 hours of burning sun and no wind... hm... how was I going to make it?
At 10.15 it was obvious that they did not open at 10. So... two more hours.... hm... HOW??
And of course I left my Ipod at the hostel so it wouldn´t get lost in case of robbery, so I could not listen to my book or music...
Gladly I left my deck of cards in the bag so me and Jacob started to play some "Vändâtta". I must say... it was quite surreal... I did not feel like the avarege tourist sitting in a big line with all argentines with Boca Junior sweaters playing "Vändâtta".
At 11.00 I was not far from giving up... the heat was unbearable... the sweat was flowing... "Vändâtta" was not funny anymore(since Jacob won like 4 times in a row... I do not like loosing..).
I tried to think positive... and I really hoped the damn football was worth it.
The last hour I counted minutes and looked at the watch every five minutes. Jacob did a great job cheering me up... I just don´t think I responded to it that well. Look... I AM NOT GOOD WITH HEAT ok!!? Hate sauna and need a pool or ocean to cool of in when on the beach...

Finally it was 12.00 and they opened!! Now it was quite fast and when we were to buy the tickets it turned out that I got to buy my ticket at a special desk since I am a "Dama". So I got my ticket a bit cheaper as well(I still think I was deceived, I paid 25pesos but it said 15 on the ticket... still it is not more than 60sek).
Next stop was in Boca where we got a beer in the shadow... I was back to life!! And I made it... but I still wondered if the football was worth it...

At 16.00 we were at the hostel for a quick shower and rest. I was knocked out and slept for an hour... Jacob on the other hand had some extra energy and was exiting over the football-tickets and again Patrik´s progress in "Vasaloppet". He spent that hour by the computer....
When he woke me up I was... how shall I put it... not that eager to go to the big football-stadium in the not so safe neighbourhood and where the hostel-personell advised us to NOT bring anything else than a small amount of money...
On top of this, Jacob told me that a guy in the hostel just got robbed outside the hostel... he had ran to the hostel before they got to take anything but still. I just wanted to go back to sleep.
But... a cold shower, the tickets and some money in my bra and we were off. We took the bus 29 to the stadium. There were some fans on the bus and we went off were they went off. When we got to the stadium, the sun was shining, there was a fabolous spirit in the air.. as it always is when all these people are coming to see their team play... I thought; It was worth it.

Celebrating this good feeling, I bought a Boca Junior hat!!
Also we got a "Churri", a spicy hot-dog in "fralla"(bread) with some spicy salsa... jummy!
A was a little worried that they would seperate me and Jacob since we got tickets on different sides of the stadium.. but they just let us in without checking the tickets for numbering... I guess it was because we had stand-tickets.

We found some "seats" by the fans and I felt the football-spirit in the air... The sun were shining and my worries were taking off. It was like 50 minutes before the game started but it was so nice sitting there with the love of my life... just consuming the spirit!!
Before the players came out on the field the "main" supporters made their entrance with flags and samba songs... and I say songs, it was not cheers... it was songs and the stadium felt like a big samba floor(oj oj oj, vad det svängde!!!). We all stood up and just danced!
The game started and the fans just kept on singing... song after song.. and it was not even once the same song. It was a new song every 10 minutes.. amazing! Although, with this engagement it was not that many fans actually watching the game. And with a lot of flags and people dancing I can´t say I saw that much of the actual game.
It felt like it couldn´t get better... then... the dark clouds came... and also the rain!!!
I mean, the sky opened up.. and it just poured. We were all soaking wet by just minutes... At first it was not that big of deal... it was water and we were cheering and dancing. But after the first half of the game the wind started blowing and in the break I was sooo cold with only a soaking wet t-shirt on.
Ok... I beared out the sun earlier... I will ignore the rain and bear the rain out! Even more rain came... ok... 45 minutes left... I can do it!!
The rain stopped for like 15 minutes during the last half and with all the cheering and dancing I got the heat up again... Then the goal came!! Finally... Boca Juniors famous player Palermo did the first one and the fans were exstatic!!
And the rain started again... also the shivering... was it actually worth it??
With just minutes left of the game and Boca Junior leading the game with 1-0 we followed some locals out since the rain went from some minor drops to drops like buckets. But, we could not get out.. since we were fans we needed to wait until the game was over and also that the visitors had left the arena. At least we were under roof... During the 10 minutes under roof Boca Junior did two more goal and also the visitors. The game ended 3-1.
With a lot of wet and irritated Argentines in a small narrow area it got tight.. and they tried to push through the police-barrier. I was really cold and did not want to be there!
Finally they let us out in the pouring rain... by this time I was so wet it did not matter.
We followed the fan-croud out of the stadium area and got home safe. Some dry clothes on and we enjoyed a take-way pizza and some beers at the hostel.

In the end... the day was crazy... warm and cold... but absolutely worth it! I mean, these are the days we remember!! And we would not have done it if it wasn´t for Jacob... thank you Honey(ok... maybe not for the 2,5 hours in the sun... but still...)!!
I just wish I had some pictures of it all... I hope our stories about it gives you your own pictures.
Go Boca!