Domingo de carreras (SPA-ENG)

Sunday of races

It was very cold in Buenos Aires yesterday. That's not much considering that today dawned with lower temperatures, and the forecast for tomorrow doesn't predict any improvement. On the contrary, Tuesday will probably be the coldest day here so far this winter, which, to make matters worse, is just beginning.

The fact is, we don't feel like going outside unless necessary, and on a Sunday holiday, we generally don't have important obligations to carry out outside the home. Therefore, I only made a short trip to the pasta shop to buy some ravioli. What better Sunday lunch than some good pasta with stew, surely a legacy of Italian heritage?

Therefore, I decided to enjoy motorsports mainly, and then also some of the Club World Cup, which no longer has Argentine teams.

I watched F1 early in the morning, without too many expectations regarding our local credit. The Alpine isn't performing well at all, and it's 14th. The position didn't bode well, although there's always hope, but it wasn't accompanied by good feelings. And I wasn't wrong. It started quite well, thanks to Franco gaining a couple of places thanks to a bad decision by another rookie, Kimi Antonelli, who went wide at Turn 2 and took out Verstappen. Two down, which later became three due to Alex Albon's retirement, who joined Sainz's before the start, a bad day for Williams as well.

In any case, it was a walk in the park for the McLarens, who dedicated themselves to fighting among themselves. It was only fun and dangerous while they fought among themselves; the rest were far behind, too far away to harbor any hope of fighting for the top positions, even more so with Verstappen out of the race.

Lando won, and Oscar was second. The papaya color continues to dominate, and it seems the championship will be decided between its two drivers.

Then came MotoGP, with Valentín Perrone's Moto3 championship, which was a huge success, finishing third on a KTM. This was the Argentinian's first podium finish in just his tenth race. It looks like he'll have a bright future on two wheels. I missed Moto2 because of lunch, although I later learned that Brazilian Diogo Moreira had won for the first time. I arrived in time to see the highlight of the day, MotoGP.

Another boring race, dominated by Marc Márquez. Yesterday's win, his 68th, equaled the number of victories held by a motorcycling legend, Giacomo Agostini, who was watching the race. The Spaniard's latest victory, which repeated the previous day's victory in the Sprint race, definitively distances him from his competitors, especially his brother Alex, who crashed out after a collision with the Portuguese rider Oliveira. Another competition where the dominance of one brand, and in this case, one rider, leaves little to analyze and get excited about, with the increased competition for the title.

I didn't watch Inter Miami vs. PSG. I knew it would end the way it did, and the result even seemed weak to me. But later I watched the match between Bayern and Flamengo. The Brazilian team could do little against the European team's superiority. Little by little, the majority's prediction that European football will ultimately prevail is becoming more and more certain. They have the best players, infrastructure, and coaches on the planet; nothing else can be expected.

At night, already tired of so much competition, I watched an Italian series with my wife. A man doesn't live by sports alone.