Mundial, completamente locos

Defying reason, a whole country, a whole people stops living when comes the hour. The hour of the match which opposes the selection to any other stooge.
All becomes folly then: streets which are emptied, shops and restaurants which are closed, employees who do not come to work, companies which stop, meetings of the Parliament which are adjourned, courses in colleges which are not given any more…
From the “Che” softened in his armchair, siping its “Quilmes" feverishly, to the “mujer” resigned behind its ironing board, or the “gato” which does not want any more to be the last one to haunt the streets, no, no one, for nothing in the world, would miss the inevitable event.

For fear - who knows - that only one momentum of the nation, that only one breath miss suddenly when the “albicelestes” play.
If by misfortune the selection comes to win (what rather often arrives to it) the intensity of outburst which occurs has of equivalent only that of the worrying silence which preceded it.
Completamente locos = totally crazy
Che = the guy
Quilmes = mark beer distributed by Nestle (comes from the name of the Kilmes Indians)
Mujer = woman
Gato = cat