Venezuela, already eliminated, put up some fight, especially during the first 20 minutes, during which Messi’s deployment as a false No 9 had some nerves on edge. But the team soon adjusted and the Paris Saint-Germain player flourished in a more creative role.
The Boca stadium, known as La Bombonera or the Chocolate Box because of its steep terraces, has a pretty unique atmosphere, and that was the case again on Friday. Filled to capacity, the crowd chanting in crescendo, a considerable number of women and children included among the maskless grinning faces, it exuded warmth and joy. The first goal was an explosion of ecstatic hugs, on the pitch as well as in the stands. By the time the third goal arrived, the entire ground was one single, delirious, sparkling feast, phone lights like stars peppering the night sky.
It was also emotional. One father who had taken his sons to an Argentina game for the first time afterwards reflected that there is a younger generation who have always had an intense connection with this particular squad. “They have no pending issues, they love them,” he said. Older followers who do have unresolved baggage emerged blissfully nostalgic, perhaps recognising those cherished sensations proffered by simultaneously experiencing hope and the satisfaction of enjoying the moment. It was at once a loving send-off and the beginning of the World Cup dream.
