"...The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child, met his own image
walking in the garden (...) for know there
are two worlds of life and death: one that which thou beholdest; but the other, is underneath the grave, where do inhabit.
The shadows of all forms that
think and live, till death unite them and they part no more..."
(Percy Shelley, "Prometheus Umbound")
Since his
debut in 1972, when he was 18, to his retirement in 1991, Ricardo Bochini only played for
Independiente de Avellaneda, his only club, the "Red Devil of Avellaneda" was his only club, from the beginning to the end, and all over 19
years.
Hero of one Diego Maradona, and owner
of a ductility which was comparable to one Michel Platini, or the trequartista
devices of one Roberto Baggio, and yet being different to them, Ricardo Bochini, "El Bocha", he showed the impossible dribbling, the
millimetric pass to leave the forward one on one against the goalkeper, the
creativity in the attack during interminable Sundays...
Maximum idol in the
history of his club, the red shirt and the "10" on his back were the seal of a Bochini who won many cups with Independiente -continental and intercontinental-, and even a World Cup with the national team, in 1986...notwithstanding
notwithstanding a strange fact always would accompany the
Bochini's presence on a football field, fact which was as denied as confirmed:
his body projected a second shadow on the grass, sort of ghastly doppelganger
sombre alter ego which always was after the agile, 1'68
figure, all over the green field
because always there was a second shadow
chasing his shadow, but...which one of both was his shadow?
Which one, in this physical arcane. In this set of duplicates was his real shadow.
Because this fantasm, guest or infernal visitor, it followed the Ricardo Bochini's movements at each
stadium where he would play
Bochini never saw it.
...His improbable dribblings
or his mastery of the footballing strategy sometimes looked
like illogical:
the Bochini's response to the gravitational laws was highly
illogical
as illogical as this enigmatic second shadow, that bilocation.
That presence.
Because the Bochini's possession of consumate skills as
midfielder was always enclosed into a cone of doubts.
Because his full command of the ball and profound conceptual comprehension of the match's keys were always darkened by this eerie other I, this incomprehensible spectre who haunted his prodigious evolutions.
Because his full command of the ball and profound conceptual comprehension of the match's keys were always darkened by this eerie other I, this incomprehensible spectre who haunted his prodigious evolutions.
A sunny afternoon of 1991,
Independiente played Gimnasia y Esgrima La Plata, in Avellaneda
a while after
the match would begin, the Ricardo Bochini's second shadow started getting paler
furtively as the minutes went by, acquiring progressively an indistinctly dim
tone, fading away, slowly, vanishing to eventually re-appear; to languish again,
to re-appear again
nevertheless its momentary returns, the second shadow was
losing more and more intensity with every minute.
Nevertheless its momentary
returns.
Notwithstanding its momentary returns.
Three minutes to the end of the first half, Pablo Erbin, an obscure Gimnasia's defender, committed a tremendous foul on a Bochini's leg
Notwithstanding its momentary returns.
Three minutes to the end of the first half, Pablo Erbin, an obscure Gimnasia's defender, committed a tremendous foul on a Bochini's leg
the infraction was outraging and Erbin was
sent off, but Bochini was still fallen on the grass, tranced in pain
his knee
was broken in pieces.
A moment later, Ricardo Enrique Bochini, El Bocha
was taken off the field on a litter, it was the day of his retirement, 5/5/1991,
and he was 37.
Seconds before entering the ambulance which would take
him to the hospital, a Bochini's leg, which was hanging from the litter,
projected only one, unequivocal, definitive shadow.
On the floor.
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