Today after swimming, I stopped by my neighborhood's Argentine market to follow the first part of the Argentina-Germany game. Last time I was there, with dad, Argentina was playing against Mexico. The place was so crowded that a drunken Mexican girl who was cheering for the wrong team had to sit on my lap to avoid getting thrown out for standing in front of the TV.
This time I decided to make my way into a corner and remain squished between other bodies, feeling people's elbows, just to join the crowd of viewers.
And all I wanted to say is that I had forgotten how much Argentinian's can cuss.
As soon as we started loosing to Germany, people got really emotional: Vamos Boludo! move las pelotas.
Another one: "Dale boludo corre!"
Vamos, vamos, reboludo!