[Sport] Boca, getting bigger and bigger: the column of the champion of the Professional League Cup

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This is Mouth. A champion. The hegemonic champion of Argentine soccer. The only real big one. The most feared champion and, until a few weeks ago, the least thought of. It usually happens with the great champions: they warm up as the tournament progresses. In the process, he almost lost his technician, everything was doubted (we all doubt, not to stick our asses out of the syringe) and there were no external recognitions simply because the merits were not found. This title, however, enters the history of Boca with the arrogance of Rojo's header, Fabra's Brazilian whiplash, with the missile that sleeps in Vázquez's head. This is Mouth. So superb.

The bumps he suffered along the way only make the crown bigger. Because it is very difficult to get up and continue. And win. And laugh like Battaglia and his coaching staff laugh in a bunch. How Riquelme and his Council laugh up there, between dunks and selfies. As headlines and substitutes laugh throbbing the end and advancing the party. How those who are inside the field laugh, finishing dwarfing a Tiger who got to where he got on his own merit. Only that Boca erased it and, by the way, three years later, put things in their place. "Everything went back to normal," Carlitos Tevez would say. Champion mouth. Two words that were born to live together.

In different sections of the tournament, there were several teams qualified as "the best". Neither was Boca. There was talk of the undefeated Racing, of the solid Students, of the continuity of River. Boca beat all three at the time. Students, to get out of a crisis that seemed terminal. To River, billing him for an error by Gallardo (the rehiring of González Pirez). A Racing with the aim of an executioner. And Tigre twice. One better than the other and already on the final stretch, when the team began to be that, a team, and ceased to be simply a collection of category players.

It remains true, however, that Boca wins for his men. And it is possible to explain this new star by going through the names. That of Rossi, chosen at the time to give way to Andrada: he played a brilliant superclásico, made mistakes later, in the elimination matches he was present and once again kept a clean goal in the final.

Or those of Advíncula and Fabra, the full-backs that matter so much to Riquelme, basal players in his way of understanding football. There is a play that marks the international category of the Peruvian: his closing on Retegui and Colidio going to the floor and with the risk of committing a penalty: a feat. And there is a move that is the symbol of the Boca player: Fabra's goal stems from a well-constructed action, but only he imagined that impossible goal that was the TKO for Tigre.

 

 

The championship is narrated from the ancestry of Izquierdoz, his intelligence and bravery, his professionalism to return before time from a [CENSORED] injury. And for the ascending level of Rojo, his overdose of temperament that was rewarded with the 1-0 at a crucial moment.

They had their influence the joker Pol, who did what they asked him, and almost always well. The Varela that at some point went down to the purgatory of the Reserve to reappear where Battaglia always wanted it and right in the decisive sections. The despised Romero in San Lorenzo who came to be champion and rose to his hierarchy to overcome the lack of continuity and preseason.

Salvio recovered his level in time, with important goals and that indecipherable gambeta. Pipa Benedetto had those sparks of quality that dazzle, inventing goals where the others barely see grass. And Villa... Well, Villa was the most decisive player in the championship for his goals and his assists (two in the final), his full-time dedication to the local tournament, his supersonic speed and even his head to concentrate on what was happening inside the field without listening to the storms he harvested after sowing storms.

He even had time, Battaglia, to think about Thursday and conserve energy. He was right with the entry of Ramírez - a second-half player - to recover a midfield that Tigre had taken from him and in the end he gave way to Medina, Molinas, Campuzano, Vázquez who scored a goal for a change. If he had had more changes, he should have also paid tribute to Aranda, Javi García, Pulpo, Zeballos, Sández, and all those who contributed. Even Zambrano.

Battaglia is also responsible and owns this. This Battaglia who while doing his sticks in the profession has already won two titles. That, like Boca, he wins more than he plays. He was twisting a course that pointed towards the exit door and managed to impose some ideas even over certain internal resistance. With an asbestos suit that protected him from daily fires. His Boca also recovered from the numbers the respect of others in direct elimination matches, as in the old days.

Boca is already in the Libertadores 2023. And that is still pending its classification to the second round in the current one. As is often the case in hectic club life, there is little time for celebration. Obligation calls. Call that dream that takes time to come true. For this time, just for this one, we will not tell the players that "the Copa Libertadores is my obsession" or that "on Thursday, whatever it takes...". No, we will not remind you. First, because this championship has its own flavor and life. And second because they already know it very well. They know that this is so. That this is Mouth.

 

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