The mosaic warned: "This is Flamengo!"
Club debuts in CONMEBOL Libertadores Bridgestone with a gala performance, 4-0 rout and breathtaking mosaic
By Isabela Abirached - in
What is the power of seventy thousand pieces of paper? In synchronized movements, accompanying the songs of the World's Biggest Fan Club, in red and black, the Nation's mosaic announced: "This is Flamengo!" And it was very Flamengo, to the delight of a packed Maracanã stadium. It's hard to say who felt it more: the fans' stadium or the fans in the stadium. The fact is that, after an impeccable 90 minutes, the Mário Filho scoreboard shouted from the rooftops that Mengão had debuted with a victory in the CONMEBOL Libertadores Bridgestone. And it was no small feat: a massive 4-XNUMX—not to mention the dance. With this result, the team leads Group XNUMX of the competition. And the Nation leads the rankings of the happiest fans of the night.
Fan club members have the pride of playing alongside each victory: the money goes to football and brings more reinforcements, new talent, and infrastructure to the training center. And they also have advantages in official stores to buy the jersey and wear it with pride! Click and join now.
Flamengo proved they were the home team. They launched themselves into the attack constantly and gave the Argentines no space. The team's main attacking force was on the left, and Trauco's through balls were often used as assists—they ended in dangerous fouls or sweet balls for Guerrero. The defense was full of grit: in the duel, the Nação team won. In the 13th minute, the ball pierced the red-and-black hearts and capriciously kissed the right post of San Lorenzo after Éverton tried his luck, unmarked, past the goalkeeper. In the 32nd minute, Mancuello, sensing the situation, was replaced by Berrío. After just a minute on the field, the Colombian provided a sweet pass for Guerrero to turn in the penalty area, only to have his shot blocked by the defender. If on the field it was all Flamengo, in the stands "the crowd stood up and it was all Mengo." With the clock ticking to 44 minutes, the Peruvian had another great chance after Éverton left him face-to-face with the goalkeeper, but his shot went wide. And there would be another 45 minutes—and added time—for the heart to pound.
Three minutes into the second half. The referee blows the whistle and awards another free kick to Flamengo just outside the penalty area. While many fans—and the players—clamored a penalty, the Gods of Football were already in a meeting with Sobrenatural de Almeida and Saint Jude Thaddeus to ensure the ball would find the net. It's a free kick just outside the penalty area. Guess who's going to take it? It's Gávea's number 10. If in 1981 it was Jorge Ben's "Galinho", this Wednesday it was Diego, but the (happy) ending was the same. Flamengo scores. Sixty thousand fans explode in joy, producing thousands of hugs from strangers sitting next to them in the stands.
Thirteen minutes later, Berrío and Diego exchanged a one-two, and the scorer of the first red-and-black goal this time served as a waiter for Trauco to extend the lead—the score, the screams rising, and the hearts of the best-dressed fans in the house. The Peruvian fired a powerful shot into the left corner of goalkeeper Torrico's goal to score Mengão's second—his second with the Manto. The fans had eight minutes to celebrate before another goal was awarded. The play began once again with Diego and Berrío—the former took the corner kick, and the latter deflected it to Rômulo, who headed the ball into the corner, narrowly missing the post and the goalkeeper. The fans waited patiently for the goalkeeper to clear the line before unleashing their third goal of the night. And what a night!
The Maraca was ours, and the party (in the favela) had already begun. The ecstatic fans didn't even notice Guerrero's missed penalty in the 40th minute and cheered the Peruvian loudly after the kick. There was no mood for lament, and there wasn't even time. The 4-0 came two minutes later, a true masterpiece by Gabriel, who had just come on for Éverton. He, who loves to chip the ball into the corner, this time hit it straight into the top corner, knocking down the owl—who certainly couldn't sleep with the deafening and endless noise of the Red-Black Nation. The stunning goal sealed the final score for our Flamengo's dream debut.
Fan club members have the pride of playing alongside each victory: the money goes to football and brings more reinforcements, new talent, and infrastructure to the training center. And they also have advantages in official stores to buy the jersey and wear it with pride! Click and join now.
Flamengo proved they were the home team. They launched themselves into the attack constantly and gave the Argentines no space. The team's main attacking force was on the left, and Trauco's through balls were often used as assists—they ended in dangerous fouls or sweet balls for Guerrero. The defense was full of grit: in the duel, the Nação team won. In the 13th minute, the ball pierced the red-and-black hearts and capriciously kissed the right post of San Lorenzo after Éverton tried his luck, unmarked, past the goalkeeper. In the 32nd minute, Mancuello, sensing the situation, was replaced by Berrío. After just a minute on the field, the Colombian provided a sweet pass for Guerrero to turn in the penalty area, only to have his shot blocked by the defender. If on the field it was all Flamengo, in the stands "the crowd stood up and it was all Mengo." With the clock ticking to 44 minutes, the Peruvian had another great chance after Éverton left him face-to-face with the goalkeeper, but his shot went wide. And there would be another 45 minutes—and added time—for the heart to pound.
Three minutes into the second half. The referee blows the whistle and awards another free kick to Flamengo just outside the penalty area. While many fans—and the players—clamored a penalty, the Gods of Football were already in a meeting with Sobrenatural de Almeida and Saint Jude Thaddeus to ensure the ball would find the net. It's a free kick just outside the penalty area. Guess who's going to take it? It's Gávea's number 10. If in 1981 it was Jorge Ben's "Galinho", this Wednesday it was Diego, but the (happy) ending was the same. Flamengo scores. Sixty thousand fans explode in joy, producing thousands of hugs from strangers sitting next to them in the stands.
Thirteen minutes later, Berrío and Diego exchanged a one-two, and the scorer of the first red-and-black goal this time served as a waiter for Trauco to extend the lead—the score, the screams rising, and the hearts of the best-dressed fans in the house. The Peruvian fired a powerful shot into the left corner of goalkeeper Torrico's goal to score Mengão's second—his second with the Manto. The fans had eight minutes to celebrate before another goal was awarded. The play began once again with Diego and Berrío—the former took the corner kick, and the latter deflected it to Rômulo, who headed the ball into the corner, narrowly missing the post and the goalkeeper. The fans waited patiently for the goalkeeper to clear the line before unleashing their third goal of the night. And what a night!
The Maraca was ours, and the party (in the favela) had already begun. The ecstatic fans didn't even notice Guerrero's missed penalty in the 40th minute and cheered the Peruvian loudly after the kick. There was no mood for lament, and there wasn't even time. The 4-0 came two minutes later, a true masterpiece by Gabriel, who had just come on for Éverton. He, who loves to chip the ball into the corner, this time hit it straight into the top corner, knocking down the owl—who certainly couldn't sleep with the deafening and endless noise of the Red-Black Nation. The stunning goal sealed the final score for our Flamengo's dream debut.