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On Thursday, February 6, 2014 7:01:25 PM UTC-2, Lleo wrote:
> He was on vacation with his family here in Rio de Janeiro, and kindly
> dropped me a line so that we could meet up and watch some football.
I'm the one who should thank you, of course, for helping us getting
tickets for a great spot in that beautiful stadium.
> In the weekend of the opener round there was Vasco playing in São Januário
> saturday, and Flamengo playing on sunday. Unfortunately, due to undelayable
> commitments, I couldn't take him to the REAL football stadium between these
> two ;-) but at least sunday presented the opportunity for him to see what
> the new Arena-style Maracanã looks like.
It was my first time at the Maracanã, so I'm not hit on the sentimental
side by the memories of the old way (although I'm used to watching games
standing up at the old Beira-Rio).
> So, off we went to Flamengo vs Audax. The Maracanã had vast empty spaces
> (att 12,000), since it was Flamengo reserves playing against a minnow,
> under Rio's scorching summer heat. The vultures won 1-0, with an early goal
> by Welinton (a defender with a well-earned calamity reputation, which showed
> later on) poaching in the remains of a goalmouth scramble.
The game was of little importance, but we did get a bit of an epic
story to tell people about on that day. It happened that both my wife's
cousin and myself, used to the relative freedom of dressing code in our
place, went to the stadium using our local teams' jerseys. He was
wearing a Grêmio shirt and I, of course, a Internacional shirt, a white
one with red sleeves. My shirt went mostly unnoticed, as I was wearing
black bermuda shorts that made me look to be in Flamengo colors from
distance in the middle of a crowd. But Cousin's striped blue/white/black
attire called the attention of both some disliking flamenguistas (really
just a couple of jerks, the majority were either nice or indifferent to
us) and the people in charge of stadium safety and information - let me
say in their favor: a large, identifiable and well-prepared bunch of
people in nice red caps that always looked eager to help everyone in
sight. They came to us mostly because of cousin's shirt, but after
coming close, they've noticed that I was also not following the
"dressing code" that seems to have been pulled out from some
unidentified hole - one of them mentioned the "Estatuto do Torcedor"
(Supporter's Law), but I'm pretty sure there's nothing about it there,
as it's at least not enforced where I live - by using a shirt from a
Brazilian team that wasn't involved in the match. Cue Cousin an I
running around the stadium minutes before kickoff trying to find a
shirt vendor - they were easy to find when he had come out of the
metro station (btw I loved the Rio metro system!) - but quite out of
luck. Fortunately, the girls (my wife and her sisters), who had stayed
near Bellini's statue to meet the arriving Lléo, found a sneaky
salesman (they're not exactly licensed) and smartly bought two #10
Neymar Brazilian NT shirts whose authenticity claim can't be held for
more than a fraction of a second (for instance, Cousin's shirt badge
read "CBF" and mine read "BRASIL"). We quickly went in to get our seats
moments before kickoff.
I was overwhelmed by the great view of the pitch. I expected it to be
good, but it's excellent, especially for a big stadium.
> As we talked on, I had to bite my tongue a few times in order not to reveal
> my vascaíno identity in the middle of enemy territory (I slipped on a couple
> of occasions, but nobody seemed to notice :-)) In the end, it was a pleasant
> afternoon overall. Yeah, the vultures won, but I can say I had a good time
> meeting and chatting with an RSS legend and friend. JP, it was very nice to
> meet you, and I hope you have enjoyed your stay in Rio de Janeiro. Best
> regards!
I, on the other hand, felt free to talk about Internacional throughout
the game, comment on Flamengo reserves' and the brave Audax players'
abilities and also get to know more about a RSS poster that I've always
admired, since I was just a lurker. The girls are not much into football
but enjoyed the adventure. And RSS is great indeed, also for moments
like this one.
Thank you again for everything, Lléo!
Tchau!
Jesus Petry