Even before kickoff, it wasn't just the fans' cell phones that lit up the stands of the World's Greatest Stadium with lights. The light from their devices shone no brighter than the eyes of each Flamengo fan, moved by the Nation's display of synesthesia, always immense, always beautiful. It was a gala night. And the World's Greatest Fanbase was giddy to witness another Flamengo victory.

Goals from a brilliant Rodinei, top scorer Guerrero, and his compatriot Miguel Trauco secured a 3-1 victory and the three points that restored the Gávea club to the lead in Group 4. In the final round of the group stage, on May 17, Flamengo will fight to secure qualification against San Lorenzo in Argentina.

As the clock began to move, Paolo Guerrero was skittish, Pará made a beautiful dribble, Arão took a long-range shot. Flamengo took the field to prove they owned the home team—and want to own the Americas. Meanwhile, on the pitch, the fans' unwavering, unwavering, unstoppable dedication was absolutely fantastic. Unstoppable. Unstoppable.

The tireless Éverton, in yet another demonstration of how to defend the Manto, wore down his defenders on the left. In the 13th minute, Guerrero drew the most sincere "UH!" from the Red-and-Blacks' throats to date with a finely crafted free kick from distance—but the ball also had it, skimming the paint off the opposing goalkeeper's left post. Soon after, the Peruvian had another chance with a shot from the edge of the box that once again rattled the post.

For a few seconds, the 60 hearts in the stadium stopped beating. From the 19th to the 20th minute, to be precise, when Universidad Católica threatened our goal for the first time. But the rest of the match held more excitement at the other end of the field, and Guerrero was always the protagonist. The number nine had all nine of Flamengo's shots in the first half. He tried every way—from the right, from the left, placed, with his head—but the ball insisted on being charming.

In the second half, a foul was committed on Guerrero, almost on the edge of the penalty area.

Peruvian strike. Ball hits the wall. Rebound. A predestined Rodinei—who had come on at halftime in place of Mancuello—aims for the top corner with his left foot. Goal. The stands erupt in ecstasy. Confident, Flamengo becomes a giant on the field, overwhelming their opponents with their passing. It's a shame Guerrero's beautiful volley in the 18th minute didn't find the net. In the 22nd minute, the disappointment was great with their equalizer. But there was still the game, my friends. It was a lump-in-the-throat five minutes until the number nine's goal broke. Guerrero received the ball on the right side of the box and fired a low cross shot to leave goalkeeper Toselli reeling: 2-1 on the scoreboard and order restored to the stadium.

And wasn't there room for more? Miguel Trauco's persistence led to a third goal cry. The full-back received the ball on the left and attempted a shot; the ball bounced off his defender and back to him. He won the challenge, collided with another, and—almost alongside Willian Arão—shot with his right foot past the goalkeeper.

Tomorrow Brazil wakes up Red and Black.