There’s a crystal clear sky above, a perfectly manicured field below. I am surrounded by thousands of people packed together in a sea of red and white clothing and banners. The sounds of starter guns ring from the stands; an army of policemen and several swat teams stand ready to pat down every visitor from head to toe. Young and middle aged men sing, scream, and chant, accompanied by a full drum corps and other orchestral instruments. Obscenities fly. This is a fútbol game in Argentina.
