Soccer!
Photos taken by me during that horrible Mexico VS Colombia match last year in Houston are now featured in the very famous polish website stadiony.net – prezentacje stadionów piłkarskich.
Cool… go check it out!
It was a beautiful day at Estadio Universitario where Monterrey beat it’s arch-rival Tigres in their own home (2-1, goals by Sergio Verdirame and Luis Miguel Salvador) and mathematically sent them to the next division. Half the city cried, and the other half realized their town had just become a better place.
Yesterday, as I was walking aimlessly in the International Terminal at Aeropuerto Internacional Benito Juárez in Mexico City, I bumped into the Mexican National Team on their way to play against Ghana.
All the other players ran ran away at the sight of a drunken fan, but thankfully Mexico’s (and Monterrey‘s) star midfielder Luis Ernesto Pérez was too busy buying a milkshake and couldn’t escape. Here’s the proof:
By the way, did you know you could buy Indio beer for $29 pesos and then walk around with the bottle in the airport? Neither did I. What a pleasant surprise!
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Damn.
¡Vamos Monterrey, queremos la coooopa, la hinchada esta loca y yo, quiero verte campeón!
ok, I’d better get to work now.
Walter Gaitan disputes the ball with Guillermo Franco in the last edition of the “Clásico Regiomontano” which Monterrey won 2-1. Tomorrow and Saturday, the two teams meet again, this time in the semifinal. Monterrey has not lost in the last 15 games and has won a record 7 straight away games. Tigres qualified to the playoffs undeservedly (Chiapas had 3 points taken away due to a rule) but came back from a 3-1 defeat at home in the first game of the semifinal to beat top ranked America 4-1 in their own Azteca stadium. The last (and only other) time the two teams met in playoffs was 2003. Monterrey won the semifinal 5-3 (global) and later won the final to become champions after 17 years.
[Update 12/7/2005] Tigres wins 1-0 the first game. Monterrey now has to win at home in order to make it to the final.
Originally uploaded by kirsch.
Last Saturday, I had to go down to watch the game between Monterrey and America.
Monterrey won (obviously) by a wide margin: 4-1.
Ex-fan of America and newly rayado Mauricio Capistran (Picho) stoically paid the bet between us by wearing Monterrey’s shirt all day at work. To make things worse, the shirt says Bimbo – a sure way of getting people to ask you why you’d wear such shirt.
Please note the flag in the back of the picture. We promptly proceeded to burn it.
A couple of weeks someone asked me:
This past weekend, Carlos, Ruben, Jaramillo and I went to Houston to watch the quarter final match between Mexico and Colombia in the 2005 Gold Cup.
Unlucky weekend: Mexico lost 2-1. I lost the coin-toss to see who drives from Austin to Houston. And despite our best efforts (see picture above) we could not make it on TV. Those “lucky socks” I was wearing turned out not to be so lucky. I’ll have to go back to my unwashed lucky underwear (damn it!).
The trip was a lot of fun though, we got to see many people and went out to the new Planeta Bar-Rio which is exactly like another Bar in Monterrey…
I have posted two albums with pictures from the trip: see photos and more photos. I’m still waiting on more pictures taken by Jaramillo and Gustavo.
