Everton Remembers Hillsborough

Hillsborough disaster is one of the worst stadium events in the history of sport spectacles. 96 away supporters of Liverpool died in a stadium crush, as thousands rushed to enter the stadium for the match against Nottingham Forrest at the neutral Hillsborough grounds in Sheffield. A subsequent cover-up by the police and UK governments has prevented the families of the 96 and the rest of the football community from hearing the full truth of the day's events. In the aftermath, the incompetence of the police was masked by claims of football hooliganism, playing on the then Thatcher government's portrayal of football supporters as savages. Most notably The Sun of Rupert Murdoch ran the following head-lines four days later: "Some fans picked pockets of victims""Some fans urinated on the brave cops""Some fans beat up PC giving kiss of life". Stories ran with the stereotypical drunken hooligan that had become villain number one of right-wing media in de-industrializing England.

In truth, it was the police who were slow to react to the obvious tragedy and emergency services were not initially provided, leading to a much greater loss of life. The incompetence of the police and their gross attitude against football supporters before and after the tragedy were concealed from the public eye for two decades, only last week have thousands of files been finally made public; a demand made for by the families of victims since the beginning. The now famous Taylor Report followed the tragedy, with the greatest emphasis and consequence being the redesign of football stadiums in the UK - most notably the recommendation for all-seater stadiums.

In Argentina, there is no stadium that is all-seater for league matches and many of the stadiums do not apply to international standards, let alone post-Hillsborough European standards. Popular-sections of standing-only can be packed, as was the case last Sunday in Newell's stadium in Rosario. There the small funnel like entrance and high-fenced pen has obvious potential for severe danger in case of a need for evacuation. What is potentially more dangerous however is the on-going relationship between police, hinchas, and the media. The popular portrayal outside of footballing circles of the savagery of in-stadium football supporters, coupled with the mistrust between police and hinchadas, is a potential spark necessary to legitimize in the moment a series of incompetent behaviours similar to what happened in Sheffield.

It is important for football supporters around the world to remember these events and struggle against the negative images promoted in the media. There are few rivalries as important historically as the Merseyside Derby between Liverpool and Everton. Thus when at kick-off of last Monday's match between Everton and Newcastle at Goodison Park, Everton's home stadium, this tribute was played to the Hillsborough victims to the standing ovation of the full stadium, we were all reminded in football there are some things more important than the rivalry on the field.


Everton tribute to the 96 who died at Hillsborough por emmysguysandgals

A weekend of Football.

Last week in Bajo Flores, the neighbourhood of San Lorenzo's stadium, football returned with an uncommon display of fluidity and grit with a deserved 2-1 victory for los Santos over Colon from Santa Fé. My lack of updates mirrored the under-performing, at times absent, and more or less struggling San Lorenzo side. New signings over the summer, 17 in total, along with a longer list of players cut contributed to Manager Caruso's calls for calm after the team's slow start. Weeks of on-and-off intense rain and two transfer started by Argentina's tax-man AFIP were also to blame.

Football, despite all the attention on Messi's dazzling dribbling skills and curving free-kicks or Ronaldo's solo runs at defenders, is a team sport. Familiarity and a shared 'understanding' of how to move the ball forward a disputes nd collectively occupy space can lead to more success than any 'star' ever could bring – ignoring that most stars fail to have an impact in the modern game without their supporting cast. Messi's performance with Argentina, until recently, is a testament to the sport's duality: individual talent vs. collective effort and intelligence.

Nearly five weeks ago in Cordoba, San Lorenzo's attacking hopes were ruptured along with the ligaments of 'Pipi' Romagnoli's left knee in an otherwise uneventful 0-0. Then San Lorenzo lost at home, something that had yet to happen to Caruso at the Nuevo Gasómetro, 0-1 to Estudiantes de La Plata. Another underwhelming performance, San Lorenzo failing to find any offensive creativity; unexceptionable for a “Grande” in Argentina. Doubts were growing about Caruso. Viggo Mortenson, the most internationally recognizable Cuervo, even participated in the media critique – claiming that Caruso's line-ups had been uninspiring and unfit for San Lorenzo's history. Caruso retaliated before a mildly genial resolution was orchestrated by the media who had created the crisis. In the bars and terraces, debate raged about the merits of Caruso's training – never really the most informed places to look for tactical advice, but certainly the most passionate and entertaining. I've heard that San Lorenzo has a team comparable to Barcelona and that it's been Caruso holding them back.

Off the field, politics at the club was happily marching forward to the democratic coronation of Vice-President Tinelli with his President Mattias Lammens. Rather than political campaigning, finding a replacement for Pipi was their central concern. Despite the free flowing rhythm of the country's most famous players, the tactical imagination of Argentines feels constrained. Positions are described by their number – 2 and 6 in the centre of defence, 5 is a defensive midfielder – a tradition less common in other parts of the world because of changing formations. A team without an 'enganche' – the '10', a forward given free reign to attack across the final third – produces anxiety about the offensive potential of the team. San Lorenzo lined up diminutive Rolle in the interim and quickly found him lacking. Ignacio Piatti returning from to Argentina after a short stint at recently descended Lecce in Italy was presented as the solution. Before supporters were given a chance to judge, however, the Argentine tax-man had some questions about his contract. Striker Stracqualursi's contract also drew AFIP's attention leading to a suspension of both players (Piatti's entrance, in reality, had yet to be completed).

AFIP's investigation appears justifiable given that Piatti as well as 'Straqua' arrived to San Lorenzo on loan. San Lorenzo, reportedly, did not pay a cent for the loans, strange. Welcome to the wonderful world of Argentine contracts, mysterious black boxes of multiple owners and divided percentages. Complex and one of the more likely places of corruption given the millions of pesos that are spent during each transfer period. Making sure tax is paid on these transactions seems like the only active motivation to clean up this part of Argentine football.

It was bad timing. San Lorenzo was to play their first 'clasico' of the year against the returned River Plate. For Caruso, though, an away-match at River's Estadio Monumental lowered the expectations for attacking football. In the mythology of Argentine football, when visiting any of the Cinco Grandes – Boca, Independiente, Racing, River and San Lorenzo – it is acceptable to 'play for a tie'. This suited Caruso's compressed and defensive 4-4-2 starting line-up. And while San Lorenzo came close, Jara crashing the cross-bar, most of the match was spent smothering the midfield and preventing former French international Trezeguet from influencing the match. A 0 – 0 tie was not pretty, not very useful in the fight against relegation, but for the most part understandable. For the most part San Lorenzo's hinchada was contented with humiliating the “Borrachos del Tablón”. A reported 55 000 people, around 6000 cuervos, filled the stadium but it was hard to believe at times given the silence that characterized River's hinchada. During half-time, we taunted “Que silencio atroz,” before shushing our voices and revealing an eery silence. Those watching of television could clearly make out the lyrics of San Lorenzo's songs.


Caruso, known to be more concerned about losing points than winning them, had continued his defensive team when we travelled up to Victoria to meet Tigre. Last season Tigre romped to a 3-1 victory, sending San Lorenzo into utter panic. Tigre in the interrum have lost several key players and found themselves under pressure. But a lapse in concentration led to an open header for Castaño on the corner, Tigre one up. San Lorenzo responded in four minutes. A wonderful 16 pass goal by new Uruguayan midfielder Aguiar showed that San Lorenzo has the potential to orchestrate meaningful attacks; but stupidity and tired legs prevented anything more in the second half. Franco Jara, carrying a reputation for diving, received a yellow card early for falling too easily in the penalty area. He picked up the matching pair at the start of the second for practicing Tai Kwon Do and was sent walking; Caruso soon joined him in the locker room. Outside of the goal, there wasn't much of value to the match and the second half was a huge disappointment. Nothing to cheer for and it seemed that those who talked about 'anti-football' had some evidence to their claims. How much longer would supporters allow this boring show to continue? Six points in five matches wasn't going to keep San Lorenzo from relegation.

Patience. It is a paradox for football supporters – it is at the same time necessary and dangerous. San Lorenzo still carries the very real risk of descending at the end of this season. They need to collect points to lift their three season average. Ties and worse losses are lost opportunities to lift the average or stay just ahead of the pack – so the campaign that Caruso had been organizing was taking San Lorenzo in a dangerous direction with few wins against “small” Argentine clubs. On the other hand, all the new players needed time to become familiar, develop a collective awareness and style, which is in part the responsibility of the manager. A deep debate amongst San Lorenzo's hinchas was how much time was going to be 'too much'.

For me last Saturday's match felt like the first watchable match of live football I've seen in Argentina. I'm sure my memory is playing a few tricks on me. But seeing plays build out of the midfield, reach the strikers in areas of potential danger – whether the final pass was lacking or the finishing didn't put the ball in the back of the net, the sensation of 'the next one' coming at any moment and watching the opposition pushed back into their own half is an experienced raised to great heights when shared by thousands of yelling and singing fans.

Emotionally the last season's match against Newell's, where San Lorenzo's hopes were saved by an unlikely 3-2 comeback victory, or the back-to-back must-wins vs San Martín and then Instituto to avoid regulation were more captivating experiences than last Saturday. But there is a different feeling of satisfaction of watching your team play well. It was far from a perfect performance, physically it is obvious the starting eleven do not have more than 70 minutes of gas. Physical fitness continues to plague the team, particularly in the centre of pitch, despite dropping several kilos over the summer. It remains to be seen if this will be an ongoing problem, or is a symptom of the recent 'lack of football' for many players.

Buffarini returned to a form that he had last season; an irrepressible, if undersized, winger who seems to bounce back onto his feet after every rough challenge. More importantly, after all of his hard work for San Lorenzo he was finally rewarded with a goal – driving to the fair post to meet the ball that Piatti had passed sharply across the goal. Buffa's impact was once again felt when his curling cross took an opportunistic bounce and Stacqualursi's header buried the ball into the back of the net. Piatti's presence in the enganche position was important, providing inspiration and a fluidity to the passing. Prosperi, another new recruit, continued his string of decent performances at right-back. But the dominant performance began to wain, as San Lorenzo's limited fitness continues to be a problem especially in the final 15 minutes. Concentration dropped in the defence, a horrible give away at the top of the box and defenders caught watching allowed Gerardo Alcoba score right from an onside position in front of the goal. San Lorenzo's “doble-cinco” of Kalinski and Mercier in the midfield seem not yet to have match-fitness and again the problem of 'patience' returns. How long can San Lorenzo keep trying Mercier to see if he can regain his speed.

Colon's small hinchada left the stadium to the Butteler's full voice, singing against arch-rivals and 'friend' of Colon, Hurucan.


Unfortunately all of this exciting build-up from last week has dissipated in two days of training. Prosperi and Piatti will be out with injuries, not making the trip to Rosario for Sunday's match against Newell's Old Boys. Caruso is sounding a return to the team's earlier withdrawn and defensive form; I wonder though if it would not be worth the risk to search for the win. Newell's sits two points above San Lorenzo in the promedios, while also sitting near the top of the table. Newell's is not considered a 'small' club in Argentina – Rosario's two big clubs, Central being the other, seem to be outside of the “grande” vs. “chico” debate – and their attacking prowess gives legitimacy to Caruso's plans but it would be unfortunate to be teased with a match of entertaining football only to see another 90 minute grind, where not even a tie is ensured.

In other footballing news – and in some ways more important to me than San Lorenzo, was the uplifting win at home for Canada's men national team last friday against Panama. Hopes were only to be disappointed by a flat performance and 2-nil loss in the return leg. Canada's world cup qualification route is not impossible but requires a very-possible win against Cuba before heading off to hostile Honduras looking for at least a single point.

The day that the football returns.

Professional football is returning to Buenos Aires and not soon enough. I admit my addiction has become overwhelming. A three week distraction travelling through Bolivia: seeing some of the world's finest sceneries and meeting people from fascinating cultures; was not enough. As my brother will half-jokingly tell you, “he misses football so much that we sat down in the centre of La Paz to watch two teams made of ladies from the market”. Besides the spectacle of organized women's football being an interesting gendered phenomenon in Bolivia, I did have to restrain myself from yelling “¡DALE! ¡CANTA!” at the restrained and for the most part quiet Bolivia audience. Even the more lively – if the four red cards and numerous yellows – of the professional Cochabamba 'clasico' between Wilsterman and Aurora has not satiated my hunger. Friends and families were divided between the azul-rojo of Wilsterman and the celeste-blanco of Aurora but sitting together. I don't think Bolivian football often elicits the passion, nor the violence, found in Argentina.

Clasico de Cochabamba

Luckily the break has been relatively very short, only one month compared to the long arduous four summer months that hockey fanatics endure. But one month is more than enough time for the drama to make many twists and turns. Following from a distance, trying to keep ahead of transfer rumours and backroom politics was difficult. I've returned to a club in political upheaval but apparently more secure footing on the pitch. Previous President Abdo and his Vice-President have renounced their positions and political factions – known as agrupaciones have been preparing their campaign lists for upcoming elections on September 1. The familiarity of Canadian snap elections.

In league play San Lorenzo was back at Nuevo Gasómetro last Sunday against San Martin of San Juan, a rematch of the final league match last year. With a new look. New jerseys – which are still ugly, poorly designed and too expensive for their quality, thank you Lotto – and new players. In 17 new faces as of today; gone is the overweight club of Bottinelli (controversially to River Plate), Gigliotti, Ortigoza (looking for the parrilla in the UAE as we speak), Bueno and Chávez (who is returning to Napoli's pizzarias). As you can tell my hope is that the addition of Juan Mercier, Furch, Prósperi, Franco Jara, Luis Aguiar, and Denis Stracqualursi will at least be a slimmer more committed team.

Sunday's 2-1 win was messy at times but did deliver an entertaining and more athletic first half. Goals for Pipi Romagnoli, who picked up the ball in the box while I was claiming “penalty” to place it neatly into the corner, and Jara came without the agony and force that seemed to be required last championship. Jara's celebrated his goal by climbing the fence in front of the hinchada, earning the title of “Jaraña” (play on the word for spider). On the less optimistic side, Stracqualursi showed haunts of Gigliotti, missing wide after running in on goal and the defence did get nervy in the second half against a team likely to be close to the bottom this year. But after so many changes, the team has only had one week together and hopefully these problems come from the lack of familiarity.

In the stadium, the hinchada had a 'new look' as well. Within the City of Buenos Aires, the large trapos -ribbon like flags- famous in Argentine stadiums have been 'banned'. Security officials for the city argue that illegal activities occur underneath the trapos because they obscure the watchful eye of the cameras – which seem to conveniently malfunction anyways. The trapos seem like a convenient symbolic target to cover up the reality that drugs and weapons enter the stadium through the 'watchful' eyes of hundreds of police officers each week. It will be interesting to see if such a ban holds and forces a slight change in the symbolic culture of the hinchadas. I doubt it will make the illegal activities any more visible.

The voice of the hinchada was as strong as ever; the loud boom-ba-ba-boom of the banda underlying the chorus of 25 000+ voices with the tribuna bouncing to the rhythm of thousands of jumping feet cannot be simulated anywhere else. The sunset behind the Platea Norte during the second half was spectacular. In the end, winning the first match without too much stress for once was comforting. Promedios are still a problem and plenty of matches to worry about.

Nuevo Gasómetro in all its 'under-construction' beauty

Off the field, everyone's focus is on the 'return' of Argentina's most famous TV personality: Marcelo Tinelli. Tinelli is a well known hincha of San Lorenzo, with millions of pesos to back up his interests in the club's well being. Olé reported that he was at the match last Sunday in his palco (box) after a three year absence – whether or not he actually had stayed away... when Tinelli wants to be seen and heard, the media gives him attention. Being a major financial source for many of transfers to the club, Tinelli has also manoeuvred into a political position behind his preferred interim President Mattias Lammens and receiving the position of first vocal on the new board of directors. Lammens and Tinelli are also organizing an agrupación, likely 'winners'. Interim President during elections becomes full time President, politics in football clubs.

One of Tinelli's biggest impacts, however, has come in the increase in socios and media attention for San Lorenzo. A few second plug on his top-rated, and at times easily mistaken soft-core porn, celebrity dance program Showmatch has created a sharp increase in the numbers of socios. Whether these people stay officially affiliated to the club for more than three months is a debate amongst the 'regular' hinchas. Being a 'real' hincha myself, with my abono-visitante and extreme travelling for San Lorenzo (to Salta twice in four months), I'll have to wait and see.

Football is back in Argentina; and just in time to distract from the low medal count at the Olympics. Canada may not be doing great but every Argentine is envious of our 10 medals. Unfortunately they missed the best football match/worst officiating this year: the Canada-US women's semi-final. Onto the Bronze ladies; its hard to beat 12 US players but you managed to take it to the 119th minute. 

When San Lorenzo wins a promotion match...

It looks like this:


Incredible feelings after weeks of suffering. I've heard mixed opinions on celebrating such a match, but the symbolism of the sports - cups and the rest - is all relative to the emotions that these moments elicit. What is at the heart of any festivity is the moments of shared emotions not its analysis (though at some point I'll have to try to put one into words!).

I'm lucky enough to have been at this match, been under a pile of people when we fell over on the terraces, and tossed into the air. All things I'll put into words for everyone soon!

The night before: If we struggle today; the future will be ours

The night before. Tomorrow at 14:10 San Lorenzo will kick off its final match of the 2011-12 season; and it remains a possibility that it will be their last match in the Primera. An unlikely possibility after defeating Instituto of Córdoba 0-2. Instituto must win by three or more goals to achieve ascension into the Primera. The Nuevo Gasómetro is once again sold out with all of the tickets reportedly gone before the end of Friday after two furious days of sales at both club locations. Line-ups measured in blocks filled with cuervos hoping to be in the stadium this Sunday; I spent an hour and a half waiting with families mid-Friday to purchase a ticket for a friend. Father and son, friends, a mother with her three daughters, the lone hincha stood waiting – only to hear by noon that there were no tickets for 'invitados', non-members of the club. The remaining tickets for members soon sold out.

I've only recently recognized how much this championship has been weighing on my own emotions. All the matches, the conversations with hinchas, the time spent with Cuervos debating the problems and seeing how life's problems become enmeshed within the successes and failures of the team - I've become suseptible myself to the trials and tribulations of an hincha. I've been defending San Lorenzo over dinner, in a bar, or over facebook to hinchas of Boca or some other middle of the table team. My own day-to-day issues have become a part of the difficulties of San Lorenzo.

Thus when, after a struggle to purchase tickets - a story unto itself - standing on the old terraces of Instituto's small stadium cheering "GOOOLL!!!!!!" while in the embrace of six cuervos, knowing that the 2-nil lead put San Lorenzo for the first time in the fight against relegation "in control", I could feel the stress just lift. Our 24-hour journey to Córdoba and back - with little sleep in the cramped mini-bus smoke hazed minibus - actually 'felt' worth it. Not just the value of "what great research material!" but what it means: to be able to smile and laugh with ease again. Friday in the Bar San Lorenzo the release was palpable - the cuervos were untouchable to jokes or jabbs and more than ever the loud Italian voices boomed across the tables.

There is still risk for Sunday's match. Instituto's defence was clearly not prepared to play the match, overwhelmed by the magnitude of situation, and were dominated by Carlos Bueno's two goals. For brief moments, however, their forwards demonstrated the promise of the team that had lead the Nacional B table. Nothing has come 'easy' for San Lorenzo this year and every step forward has seemed like a mountain climbed by the hinchada, who only find themselves sliding further downwards. Thus it would be arrogant and dangerous to say Sunday will be a guaranteed party. It is not, San Lorenzo needs to play to win; not a given in their recent history.

But if San Lorenzo wins - I'm sorry Boca Juniors and River Plate fans - but it will be the most meaningfully celebrated match this week and this year. One more Copa de Libertadores might be shiny and end up in a cabinet and on a wikipedia page, but suffering for 10 long months to find salvation only at the very last possible moment will be memorized by every hincha of San Lorenzo and immortalized in the emotion of the songs of the hinchada. "Che" Guevara once said, "Si el presente es de lucha, el futuro es nuestro." - If the present is struggle; the future will be ours.

San Lorenzo is from the Primera and in the Primera we'll stay

“Jugadores, jugadores hoy vinimos a alentar. San Lorenzo es de primera y de primera no se va!” We are singing again but to a much smaller audience of people riding a Buenos Aires bus. An older lady at the back of the bus sparked our latest outburst after she began an older San Lorenzo song when she saw our blue and red colours get on the bus. As soon as we finished one song, some one would start the next one and we kept singing. The San Lorenzcista clapped along while grinning and ignoring her husband who kept saying “and Nuevo Chicago too!” every time she said “vamos cuervos!” Normally, despite being dressed in the uniforms of an hincha of San Lorenzo, my friends are reserved on the streets of Buenos Aires; keeping the terrace culture to the stadium. I also usually pay more attention to how 'the public' reacts to the sight of our group of hinchas but in this moment I didn't care – we laughed and sang the whole ride. Three hours after the match our emotional high had yet to fade: San Lorenzo defeated San Martin of San Juan 3-1 and passed a defeated Banfield to escape direct relegation. We were celebrating being in the “promoción” as if we'd seen the players lift the league cup, which incidentally went to Arsenal de Sarandí on the same night.

Until the last breath... we are San Lorenzo

It is the night before. A cuervo's friend's facebook status currently reads: "Please open Bidegain [the Nuevo Gasómetro] now! If they open it we will fill the terraces to get through the night of the Azulgrana insomnia". I will be getting up early tomorrow (this?) morning to participate in the San Lorenzo pilgrimage to the virgin of Lujan and returning by noon. Hardly the longest journey to get to the Nuevo Gasómetro - the Peña de Salta are travelling over 1600 km or 20-plus hours to be in the stadium, which has been sold out completely. Over 39 000 anticipated local entrances. No matter the result, at the final whistle there will be a large collective gasp of air.

Sold out: No relegation or promotion can control such passion.

Rather than write my own last minute thoughts, I would rather translate some of the words of two of the thousands of San Lorenzo hinchas struggling to express themselves. Unfortunately I don't have too much time or energy at the moment, but I hope that these small excerpts illuminate the world in which my own emotions have been enveloped within.

One of the most famous hinchas of San Lorenzo is Viggo Mortenson. And by hincha, I do mean one of the hundreds of thousands who will attentively and emotionally invested in tomorrow's match. After loudly cheering the end of the San Lorenzo - Newel's match several weeks ago, Viggo was approached by Washington airport security and told to calm down. His passion leads him to contribute to a regular column, drawing widely from the storied history of the club. In his latest exchange, Viggo states his San Lorenzo:

El partido contra San Martín será emocionante, pase lo que pase, sea o no el último del torneo. Veremos si podemos ganar y después tener al menos la suerte de jugar dos partidos para quedarnos en primera. Como decís, Fabián, esperamos que nuestros hermanos y hermanas del CASLA procuren portarse dignamente en nuestra casa, canten lo que canten o digan lo que digan los del otro equipo. Tampoco hace falta recordarles a nuestros directivos, jugadores o al equipo técnico que vamos mal. Lo sabemos todos de sobra. Mi sincera esperanza es que alentemos y juguemos hasta el último suspiro como lo que somos: los más guapos del fútbol argentino.

The match against San Martín will be emotional whatever happens. Our only chance is if we win. Then with some luck there will be two more matches to see if we can stay in the Primera. As you say Fabián [Viggo's interlocutor], we hope that our brothers and sisters in CASLA carry themselves in our house with dignity, no matter what the other club may sing or say. Nor that our leaders, players or team forget that we are in a difficult time. We all know it. It is my sincere hope that through our cheers and play and till our last breath we truly show who we really are: the most beautiful in Argentine football.

Now more than ever, I am an hincha of El Ciclón.

Pablo Jelovina wrote a letter to the players, which has since been posted on the San Lorenzo club website. In his last paragraph he writes:

Y así, cuando escuches el alarido salvaje de las tribunas, vas a poder entender que ese grito de guerra lo tenés en las entrañas. Que sale de tu más profunda voracidad como una bandada de cuervos dispuesta a sacarle los ojos al destino preanunciado. Porque vos, jugador de San Lorenzo, vas a sentir que por tu sangre corre nuestra hombría, nuestra ira, cada una de las esperanzas que, juntas, suman una realidad. Porque vos, hombre hecho ciclón, podés arrasar con cualquier tristeza, si te abrazás a nuestras lágrimas de ilusión

And when you hear the savage roar of the terraces you will understand in your guts this battle cry. Enter with the profound ferocity of a murder of crows determined to gouge the eyes of their foretold victim. You are a San Lorenzo player: you will feel running through your blood our manhood, our rage, every one of our hopes that together add up to a reality. You are a man made by the Ciclón. If you embrace our tears of hope you will be able to defeat any and every sadness.

One hincha, though I suspect that there are many more, has etched onto their body their life long sentiment and commitment to San Lorezno:

I swear that in difficult times, I will always be with you.

So I wait for the gates of the Bidegain to swing open so that I can be beside and with all those who will be present with their hopes and passion.

Hasta el ultimo suspiro con todos nuestros lágrimas de ilusión somos San Lorenzo. ¡El Ciclón! ¡El Ciclón! ¡El Ciclón!