When chatting to people about travelling in South America we often end up swapping stories about our experiences at football matches. Back in 2007 I went to a night Copa America match in Santiago where we had an interesting experience to say the least. I’ve been lucky enough to intend football matches in Argentina and Brazil but the night fixture in Chile was certainly the most eventful.
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Here’s my blog entry from 2007 after the match between Colo Colo and Millonarios.
I had the opportunity to watch a football match in Santiago with two guys from Texas, one from Holland and one of the guys from the hostel. It was Colo Colo (Chile) vs Millonarios (Colombia) at Estadio Monumental. The game wasn’t a bad one, there were two great goals and the crowd were bouncing around as if it were 3-0 to the home side. Huge flags were flying in the crowd, fireworks and flares lit up the sky.
Colo Colo eventually got knocked out of the cup by Millonarios 6-7 on penalties. Never the less we had seen an entertaining game and a lively crowd.
We exit the ground and everything is seemingly orderly. We head towards the bus stop, fans are strolling away in good spirits. There is a large crowd at the bus stop as we arrive and people are scrambling to catch the bus. We have to wait for the next bus, it’s already about 12 at night. To my amusement I point out to the other guys the huge metal dark green riot van complete with turrets parked on the grass verge on the other side of the road and the second one on the road beyond. Everything seems normal, the fans on the street seem eager to get home but are behaving well.
Suddenly whilst I’m admiring the huge looming riot van, a booming roar comes from it’s engine as it turns abruptly onto the road from the grass verge where it was parked. It pauses for a moment as I sit still admiring its rugged exterior presuming it will drive on by towards where ever the trouble is. Perhaps I could get a quick shot with my camera? I think. The van jerks forward bouncing back on the suspension of its wheels and the turret turns in a robotic movement to face the crowd at the near end of the bus stop, then to my disbelief it opens fire.
I huge powerful blast is sprayed out of the turret knocking scrambling fans off their feet and one fan spinning backwards like a rag doll in a washing machine. We turn on our heels and abandon our bus stop outpost sprinting for cover like retreating soldiers under heavy fire. The van roars down the road spraying water mixed with tear gas like some kind of giant robot from “The War of The Worlds”. As the Chilean guy from our hostel is sprinting away in sheer panic like a pedigree greyhound I know this is serious. Zig zagging across the street my heart is pumping as I desperately try to keep an eye open for the rest of the guys whilst leaping over barriers. This isn’t the best place to be lost. As I sprint as fast as possible a local fan leans down whilst running to pick up a decent sized rock, he turns in front of me and hurls it at the van in anger. Suddenly we are amongst the rioting crowd and to the monstrous riot van we are part of the herd. The air of calm on the dark Santiago streets had suddenly turned to one of lawlessness.
We find ourselves at a safe enough distance from the riot van. One of the Texas guys wants a quick video of the pursuing riot van. This isn’t the best idea especially being the only “gringos” in the area. Suddenly whilst running from the riot van I hear the Texas guy shouting “get the ?%@# off me!”. Stilling fleeing in panic I turn to see the guy from Texas with some Chilean guy on his back like “Gollum” from “Lord Of The Rings”. He manages to shake off the thief but is slightly shook up about it.
Mario, our Chilean host for the evening suggests sneaking around past the humming riot van to wait at a nearby petrol station. We tip toe round like ninjas on the opposite side of the road to the riot van doubling back on ourselves as police vans speed by, sirons screamming. Sneaking by my heart is in my mouth and I pray that the van’s turret which is now spilling out liquid onto the road doesn’t decide turn in our direction. Seemingly we go unnoticed until a fan hurls a huge rock from his hand crashing down on the roof of the now stationary riot van. We move with haste and to our relief make it past the riot van unnoticed but only seemingly because it had run out of water and tear gas. Police riding on huge police horses pass by.
We try to find a cab as do many other fans. Most cabs fly past us and onwards down the road. As the only “gringos” around we are a target of any would be thieves. Waiting for a cab I notice a group of three locals circling us from a distance like vultures. Mario suggests we should move on, I agree and we move on further down the road. Finally we find a cab and all climb in except Mario who can walk to his nearby home unnoticed as a local.
The cab speeds on through red lights and in and out of traffic avoiding soccer fans, he’s not stopping tonight for anyone or anything.