By Mateo Ledesma – Revista Fútbol Federal

Some weeks define a season. Others define a generation.
For Huracán, this was one of those weeks.

Seven days. Two finals. One rival.
River Plate — twice.

It was a stretch that tested legs, lungs, and belief. A week that began under the lights of Miami and ended with heartbreak back home in Argentina. Between glory and despair, Huracán lived everything football can offer.

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Miami Dreams: International Super Cup Glory

The Argentine International Super Cup, staged at the modern Miami Freedom Park, felt surreal before a ball was even kicked. Red and white shirts filled the stands, the humid Florida air buzzing with expectation. River Plate arrived as favourites, armed with relentless pressing and continental pedigree. Huracán arrived with courage.

Gabriel Batistuta named a bold but disciplined XI:

Rossi; López, Vázquez, Carrizo, Morínigo; Rodríguez; Caicedo, Robertone, Palavecino, Aguirre; Andrada.

From the opening whistle, it was clear what the night would demand. River pressed high, suffocating Huracán in their own half. Passing lanes vanished. Clearances came quickly. It was backs to the wall football , desperate, exhausting, heroic.

Yet Huracán endured.

And then, in the 40th minute, everything changed.

A loose ball. A split second of freedom.
Morínigo surged down the left, carrying not just the ball but the hopes of the Parque Patricios faithful. His cross was fast, flat, and fearless.

At the far post stood Andrada.

Nineteen years old.
A final.
One touch.

Goal.

The stadium froze then exploded. Andrada wheeled away, disbelief etched across his face, having just written his name into Huracán folklore. A teenager scoring the winner in a cup final, leaping ahead of Ibáñez in the pecking order, announcing himself to the continent.

The second half was survival. Blocks, tackles, clearances, and one final whistle that felt like release.

Huracán 1 – River Plate 0

Batistuta lifted his first International Super Cup trophy as a manager. Huracán lifted themselves into history.

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Mendoza Heartbreak: Supercopa Argentina

There was barely time to celebrate.

Days later, at the Malvinas Argentinas Stadium, the same teams met again this time for the Supercopa Argentina. Same XI. Same belief. Same storm to weather.

But football never repeats itself so kindly.

River struck first in the 29th minute, slicing through Huracán’s resistance and forcing the Globo to chase the game. This time, Huracán had to come forward. And slowly, bravely, they did.

Pass by pass, duel by duel, the belief returned.

Then, in the 80th minute, the bench made the difference.

Hugo Jiménez, thrown into the chaos, found himself in the right place at the right moment. One chance. One finish. One roar that shook Mendoza.

Equaliser.

Extra time beckoned. Tired legs. Cramping muscles. Hope balanced on a knife edge.

And then came the cruelty.

119 minutes played. One final twist of the blade.

Emilio Aristizábal struck for River Plate. A former son returning as the executioner. No time to respond. No time to breathe.

Final score:
River Plate 2 – Huracán 1

River lifted the Supercopa. Huracán were left staring into the night.

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Pride in Pain

One trophy. One heartbreak.
A week that Huracán will never forget.

From Andrada’s rise in Miami to Aristizábal’s dagger in Mendoza, this was football at its most unforgiving and unforgettable. Huracán proved they belong on the biggest stages not just surviving, but competing, winning, dreaming.

The pain will linger.
But so will the pride.

And for Huracán, the story is far from over.