Melgar, the island of joy in a sea of ​​tears

Overwhelmed by the habit of defeat, it is increasingly difficult to sensitize ourselves to other forms of joy. We lose the opportunity to reanimate our sporting spirit with victories outside the frivolity of media sovereignty, say Lima. read FBC Melgar.

We dramatize with impetus the mediocrity of our clubs in the Libertadores Cup and that distracts us from happy anomalies like the ones in the red and black painting.

Recently, the team led by the Argentine Néstor Lorenzo had the luxury of beating Racing, the current leader of Argentine soccer, which also boasted 16 games without losing until before leaving the field of the UNSA monumental stadium. Locating a triumph of similar dimensions forces us to travel through memory many years ago.

It was a categorical 3-1 over Avellaneda’s team that takes us back –why not- to that memorable campaign by Cienciano in the 2013 edition.

The illusion is paid in Luis Iberico, a persevering scorer of 24 years and a decade as a rising professional footballer. Also in Bernardo Cuesta, the Argentine who found his place in the world (and in football) in Arequipa. And in sustained novelties such as those of Deneumostier, Bordacahar and “Chaca” Arias.

Another seasoning of the smile is the return to work of Kevin Quevedo, once a world promise of Alianza Lima and today a 25-year-old footballer with renewed intentions to be a protagonist on the field.

It’s a long way off, yes. He has the height in favor, too. And it is so debatable that the exercise of comparing the competitive level of both tournaments is pointless.

But while we continue to dream of a feat by Alianza Lima, Universitario or Sporting Cristal; In the shadow of the imposing Misti, a regularity in international tournaments has been forged for three seasons now, which, a decade ago, also prospered at the Universidad San Martín.

More than 10 years apart, these institutions share an alarming similarity: being an island of joy in a sea of ​​tears. Something like the Peruvian team.

And it is that, beyond winning, losing or drawing, currently Melgar has achieved, to the delight of characato pride, what the so-called historical and popular clubs can barely fantasize about until the initial whistle of the matches: compete. And in these austere times, that small achievement is already a lunar leap.