Who ate all the pies, who ate all the pies.......



Well for once not I, nor did I snort my way through the GDP of a small South American country in bolivian marching powder...... But then again nor did I slip one past Peter Shilton in Mexico 86 with the hand of God and go on to be considered second only to Pele as the worlds greatest  footballer....But then Maradonna wasn't able to snap up the most wonderful women in the

world and marry her......



So, unfortunately the season had ended by the time we got out of Spanish boot camp. And the last game of the season had tickets in the safe end of the stadium going for £100+ each.... But then it was a playoff for league champion position between BOCA and one of their arch rivals. The first time in 38 years a playoff had been required... We watched the game at the bus station and when BOCA lost it was like Evita had risen and died again in the same moment with millions in mourning..



And in a way its possibly a good thing we weren´t able to go, its hard to say stadium and not ..... Roman ampitheatre..... With opposing teams being thrown to the fans like Christians to the Lions....



Whilst BOCA get to have the team tals in a plush dressing room and warm upon sprung astro turf, the opponents have a cell under the stand of the home fans 15, 000 of them, all standing above them. And to warm up a 10" square concrete room......



Then as the BOCA team and the refs enter through a tunnel by the centre line of the pitch the opposing team head at eye level past the corner flag between the standing fans behind the goal and BOCAs hooligans who have their own segmented pen the other side...



Despite Hillsbrough it still has 30,000 standing room and all sides are penned in!!! Even if you are lucky enough to have a seat, only one side of the ground has seats so 28,000 more people fit into that side. Crampons and ropes are required to get you to the highest of the seats with the angle of ascent set at 89 degrees.... I think wheel chair acess is some time off... I think even Wrexham town have a better stadium....but not such an impressive legalised torture chamber.



But it was an interesting tour of the ground and once we'd seen the grounds and the pitch we were left to watch the secuirty gards have a knock about (fags in hand) then head to the museum to see the impressive list of achievements, making Man United look like a Sunday league team it was then off to the gift shop to see the Maradonna signed T-shirts, sandles, bottles of wine & crisps...... I think even the pope would be impressed with his money making merchandise.



But all in all a great experience and lesson in mental oppression.....