To all the supporters,
To the families in Parque Patricios, To every person who sings for this club with pride. I want to take a moment, now that our season has finally come to its end, to speak to you from the heart.
This has been one of the most emotional, demanding and transformative years of my footballing life. I arrived in January with ideas, with dreams and with the belief that Huracán could become more than what the outside world expected. I did not know how long the journey would be, or how difficult. I only knew that I wanted to give everything I had to this badge. You welcomed me with warmth and with doubts. I understand that. I was a new manager, stepping into a club with history, responsibility and pressure. I knew I had to earn your trust, not ask for it.
And so, we went to work.
THE BEGINNING: A TEAM SEARCHING FOR ITSELF
Our pre-season in Colombia told me everything: this would not be easy.
No wins.
Confusion.
Injuries.
Moments where even I wondered if my ideas would fit this team.
But inside the dressing room, I also saw something more powerful: commitment. Even through frustration, these players kept listening, kept running, kept believing. Little by little, we found our identity.
Aggressive football.
Direct transitions.
Courage on the wings.
Intensity in every duel.
You began to see it in flashes at first. Then minutes. Then full matches. And finally, entire months where Huracán played with the conviction of a team that understood who it was.
THE STRUGGLES THAT FORGED US
I won’t pretend the season was smooth. We lost important players at the worst times. We felt the pain of a transfer embargo. We had games where we looked tired, fragile, overwhelmed. We had nights like Tucumán—twice—where football punished us harshly. But every challenge shaped this team. It shaped Meza, who grew into a leader. It shaped the defenders who battled through every injury cycle. It shaped our midfield, where creativity and character met. It shaped Cabral, Bisanz, Miljevic, players who stepped forward when Huracán needed heroes. It shaped the youngsters who gave everything in the Copa Argentina. It shaped Ramírez, who went from forgotten to essential in the final.
And it shaped me, more than I expected.
I learned this club lives on emotion, pure and honest emotion. Sometimes painful. Often beautiful. Always real.
THE CONTINENTAL RUN: WHERE HISTORY BECAME POSSIBLE
Then came the Copa Sudamericana.
Those nights… I will remember them forever.
The hostile atmosphere in Quito.
The comeback moments.
The tactical battles.
The trust the players placed in one another.
And the belief that slowly spread from the dressing room to the stands, and from the stands back into the dressing room.
By the time we reached the final, I knew something special was happening.
And on that night in Paraguay, When Ibáñez scored, When Cabral made it two, When Waller sealed it, When Pereyra stepped onto the pitch in the final minutes of his long career, When the whistle blew and history belonged to Huracán.
I felt something inside me that words cannot fully express.
Pride.
Relief.
Joy.
And gratitude, profound gratitude.
Huracán, the club that so often suffers, lifted an international trophy for the first time.
But it was not my triumph.
It was ours.
Yours.
Every supporter who believed.
Every one who doubted but kept watching.
Every one who lived the season with us.
THE HEARTBREAK THAT FOLLOWED
Football doesn’t let you celebrate for long.
Three days later, we faced Tucumán again.
The fatigue was undeniable.
We tried, we fought, we came back and in the final seconds we fell into penalties.
And again, Tucumán ended our domestic run.
It hurt. It hurt all of us.
But that pain belongs to football. It reminds us that glory is rare, and precious, and never guaranteed.
WHAT I FEEL ABOUT THIS SEASON
Proud.
Exhausted.
Grateful.
And hungry for more.
This team has built a foundation.
A way of playing.
A way of competing.
A way of believing.
From the academy players to the veterans.
From the backroom staff to the supporters in the stands.
From the quiet training sessions to the nights of chaos and colour.
Huracán grew this year.
And I grew with you.
TO THE SUPPORTERS
Thank you.
For your passion.
For your criticism.
For your patience.
For your love of this club.
For pushing us when we were weak.
For lifting us when we were strong.
For making every match at Tomás Adolfo Ducó feel like home—like fire—like Huracán.
I promise you this:
This is only the beginning.
We have built something real.
We will keep fighting.
We will keep growing.
We will keep honouring this badge.
Thank you for trusting me.
Thank you for trusting this team.
Thank you for allowing me to live this season with you.
With all my respect and all my heart
Gabriel Batistuta
Manager, Club Atlético Huracán 🟥⬜🟥
The Gaffers Lounge 
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