Game 3 – Pumas vs America
The whore that is your sister...never heard that one before.
Football chants are strange entity, turning seemingly placid, non homophobic, ordinary people into racist scum. The clasico, Pumas vs America, is at the top of shock football chant list in my opinion. My personal favourite is the scandalous accusation from the Pumas supporters that if club America had a son it might well turn out homosexual. When Diego Salinas made the short journey across town from the Azteca to the CU, he was told in no uncertain terms, through the medium of chant; he would kidnapped and killed for the move. The rebel, in a very rebellious move might I add, then issued an apology for the content of the chant.
I only mention the homophobic son and the Salinas apologies because I failed to make it to the match today as I found out that Paola is pregnant. Man City beat Man Utd today to go top of the Prem and leave Man Utd in 16th, so perhaps the stars have aligned to produce an attacking midfielder of quality in the coming nine months. I’m thinking of soothing the baby with some stadium sound while in the belly, just to get him used to the big match experience. Maybe then he won’t choke as he gets a golden one on one in the final of the 2026 world cup for Mexico.
One bunch of chokers, or is that jokers, that does spring to mind is the Puma’s defence. After 55 seconds, Cabanas was left onside by Velarde. He half muscled his way past Velarde and half beat him for pace to flick a very deft little chip over Bernal. The floodgates looked to open and not for the first time this season did the Wild West defence of Deputy Castro, Doc ‘on Holiday’ Veron, The Moreno Kid and Chief Velarde looked like they’d been on the wrong end of shootout.
If babies have listening ability after said number of weeks, the first word it might have well heard was “C***!”
Surprisingly though heads did not drop and Pumas produced what I think was excellent recovery throughout the game and were ultimately unlucky not to win the match. Iniguez caused all sorts of problems and Solari started to look the part, preferring to use his upper body strength rather than pace to beat a man.
5 Minutes and 22 seconds came the equaliser. A great little one to two between Iniguez and Solari, pushed Solari to the bi-line. He went in brave against Ochoa and the ball bumbled across the line for Paco to toe poke home. His air pumped fists showed some signs of life.
The next 35 minutes it was all Pumas. Palencia fizzed one across the left hand post. Barrera came on for Sambueza and found a bit of joy on the wing. Leandro looked better positioned and there was a lot of room on the right wing, were Pumas enjoyed a lot of control. Iniguez hit the bar with a bullet header on 35 minutes and from what I can make out Pumas went in half time to cheers.
The second half was slightly muted in comparison to the first half and Pumas again failed to make the possession count against a stronger opposition. A lack of belief held them back. Several good chances fell to Pumas but the scenario was all too familiar. The game descended to a tossed in final ball and bitty midfield menagerie, showing no quality for the strikers who looked hungry, but were fed unfortunately on scraps for the second half. Oh for a winger who can cross? Maybe in 18 or so years.
I’ll take a point at home to America. The desire was evident and the team showed good resilience to come from behind, but should have, could have, finished it!
John Kelly