The puddle game
The Bolivians wore red, not green.
We Ecuadorians struggled mightily. Puddles obstructed us. Puddles defended against us more effectively than the Bolivians did. Like this:
How sad, I thought, that we’d fail to win at home, because of the puddles.
At halftime, the rain slowed and the groundskeepers did something to the grass and the puddles mostly vanished. And so we had forty-five “proper” minutes during which to construct a victory.
Despite our dominance, the situation seemed grim. At last, Juan Cazares and Miller Bolaños created a goal out of a lovely, long-distance wall pass (which, earlier, would have been obstructed by the puddles).
