Before the rise of Chiquichano, there was another name on my lips: Aaron Silva.
Nine goals in eight youth matches.
A natural finisher.
A striker’s instinct, something you can’t teach.

I promoted him early.
But fate… fate is cruel in football.
He got injured the same week the door opened.
The chance fell to Chiquichano, and the boy didn’t walk through the door — he kicked it off its hinges.

Now he’s my first-choice No. 9 at just 17.

But today, fate comes knocking again.
Ramírez, my third-choice striker, picks up an injury at the last moment.
Silva passes a late fitness test.
He makes the bench.

Will he play? I don’t know. But he’ll learn. He’ll feel the pressure. This is how careers start.

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Aldosivi Away — The League Leaders

Aldosivi are top of the table.
We sit seven points behind.
A win closes the gap to four.

But only if my defence stays focused.
I trust my XI, the same as midweek, but midweek legs can betray you.

We arrive at their stadium and the noise hits us like a wave.
My assistant tells me they’re trying the same 4–2–4 that Boca attempted.
A shape designed to pin our wing-backs deep.

Let them try.

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End-to-End Chaos

We kick off and the first 10 minutes are pure chaos.
Both teams with chances.
A proper battle.
The next 10 minutes? The same.
Trading punches.
Looking for that first crack.

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27th Minute — Breakthrough

Chiquichano wins us a corner after some brilliant attacking intent.
Gil floats it to the back post.
Paz rises like a tower and buries the header.

1–0.

My immediate reaction:
We always concede after scoring.

I tell De La Fuente and Ibáñez:
“Menos agresivo until half-time. Stay switched on.”

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35th Minute — Ruthlessness

Cabral carries the ball.
Ibáñez overlaps.
Early cross.
Bisanz arrives and heads it home.

2–0.

This time, we hold.
No collapse.
No lapse.

Halftime:
A wild, high-tempo, relentless half.
But we walk into the dressing room in control.

I tell them:
“You’re doing well. Keep going.”

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Second Half — Heavy Legs

Aldosivi kick off the second half.
Within minutes, I see it.
Heavy legs.
Midweek fatigue.
This is where we usually suffer.

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60th Minute — The Boy Again

Ibáñez throws the ball to Cabral.
Cabral turns his man and cuts it back.

CHIQUICHANO.
3–0.

The kid can’t stop.
He refuses to stop.

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65th Minute — Pure Football

I lose count of the passes.
Actually, I count them backward later on video.

18 passes.
From Gil winning the ball to the final threaded pass from Chiquichano for Cabral to slot home.

4–0.
Against the league leaders.
Poetry.

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67th Minute — They Pull One Back

A counterattack.
Tired legs.
4–1.
Annoying, but not devastating.

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Five Changes — A Future Glimpse

I empty the bench:

• Silva — debut
• Guidara
• Pereyra
• Ríos
• Babino

Three youth players.
Fresh legs, hungry minds.

They keep the ball, run into space, frustrate Aldosivi, kill the game.

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Full Time — A Performance to Believe In

4–1.
We beat the league leaders.
Away.
With purpose.
With identity.
With youth.

We climb to second place.

In the dressing room, I tell them:

“You were amazing.
The lapses are fewer.
We are growing.
We are maturing.”

Have we finally turned the corner?

I don’t know.
But tonight…
for the first time in a long time…
it feels like we might have.