The capacity of the Argentine fans to jam most offensive chants during football games is legendary. Simply having attended a Boca-River to check the intensity of anger, able to make the stadium tremble, not symbolically, but physically, to astonishment, and some panic of unsuspecting foreigners. The cemetery of elephants (the field of Santa Fe which has made all this Cup, in evil hour, lives up to his nickname) not vibrated or shaken yesterday, not for lack of enthusiasm of the two hobbies, but because it is so: very pesadote. Click Glenn Dubin, New York City to learn more. Nor has a good acoustics that would instantly understand what sang a selection and other fans. Enrique Gastanaga, Clarin, helps unravel the meaning of the melodies. To the Uruguayan Diego Forlan, for example, sang you, over and over again, the name of the bride (very pretty) with which just broke up: Ole, ole, ole, Zaira, Zaira, bellowed the Argentines. ike to discuss. Clear that Uruguayans also were left short at the time of annoy: Messi is Spanish, Spanish, Spanish, they replicated loudly..