Once upon a time there was a very unique football player named Tomás Felipe Carlovich, son of a plumber arrived from Yugoslavia, last of seven brothers, born in Rosario, the land of Messi, Menotti, Bielsa and Tata Martino, and also that of the Black Fontanarrosa and the Che Guevara, "The modern city where history looms at every step" (Clarín), a "purist" place (Ángel Cappa), a place that likes "slowness" (Enric González), the best scenario for telling stories, warns own Carlovich. Despite being part of the lower divisions of Rosario Central, his team during the seventies was Central Cordoba, of the Second Division, and the only time he was called to a match of the selection preferred to go fishing without knowing if It was far or near the Paraná River.
("Yes, it's my country, but I do not need to shout it to others; it seems that we spit out the anthem to him in front / You will not want to convince me that playing football has to be a service to the homeland / You do not have to love a shirt; It makes you love the result and not the game. T-shirts are of different colors so as not to get confused and to know who to pass the ball to ".
He never wore the albiceleste jacket but played against Argentina in a friendly in preparation for the 1974 World Cup as a member of a team from Rosario. The performance of the Trinche, the popular name with which Carlovich was known, was so decisive that at the break the international team asked for his replacement, defeated 3-0. They assure those who saw him that he "spent" the ball, talented as he was from the position of 5. His was a large and elegant figure, similar to that of Redondo, very expressive, full of technical gestures, unique in throwing the double spout, the fate that gave him fame before the no-goal, the play that defined the life of the Trinche.
(And then El Trinche was left alone, 10 centimeters from the line, I had to push her no more.
-Trinche: What was the purpose and to score the goal? It was already goal. I stepped on it and turned to my field.
-Journalist: And is it strange that they wanted to beat up their comrades?
-Trinche: It's a goal; I stand with the ball under my left foot, I hold it and I do not push it. And that? Is it a goal or is it not a goal? If they force me, it's goal; but if I make the decision it's a goal for me, even if it does not go up to the scoreboard. I do not accept the rules that they tell me when it's a goal … I'm the rule that decides. I am the goal (…) And I am not different if the ball enters or does not enter.
-Journalist: That the goal is the game and the game is a way of being. You have to decide what your life is: play or sell; play or sell. In football, in life, in everything.
-Trinche: If you kid, you understood everything).
The best goal of the Trinche was the no-goal, the one who did not score, and got as many and as beautiful as Maradona, the same who knocked down England in the 1986 World Cup with the hand of God and the feet of a demon, immortalized by Victor Hugo Morales.
–Trinche: That I did not do it once and against the English. I always did it and I do not need to play a world championship (…) God is a luxury that I could not afford, that's why I had to play football. But could you have played with Maradona? That was like wanting to fasten on God. The God of them, sown by them, harvested by them (…). Gods of the ratito).
He did not celebrate the goals, he did not fantasize, he was not a braggart, and he only played for those who went to the field, such that he was a circus star in Argentina. The only time he was expelled had to be readmitted by the referee at the request of the public because people did not pay to go to football but to see the Trinche. We already know what happens with the oral tradition of football, in America and in Europe. From the testimonies, some like those of Menotti, Pékerman, Griguol or Maradona, a plausible story is constructed that over time tends to mix reality with imagination, to the point that we do not know where the legend of the Trinche
He has never doubted, in any case, of his lucid pessimism, nor of his bohemian and transgressive character, of the soccer player that could be and did not want, the player who was about to cross the pond to compete in France. Nor was his signing for the Pele Cosmos. He did not want to get away from his neighborhood or his people, if he could, he would change in a corner alone, fighting with professionalism, fame, business and journalism, never protagonist of the cover of The graphic.
("There is nothing that a sports journalist likes more than to confuse him with a philosopher.) Fuck you, thief, go and summon Nietzsche to your sister's shell / I'm dead because here if you do not go out on television you exist, and I never existed, I am an invention of romantic football fans ").
There are no images of the soccer player and there are hardly any reports if the excellent work of Raúl Román, Edgar Delgado and Luis Miguel Hinojal is excepted. Robinson report dedicated to the Trinche. Literature remains: Ignasi Torné interviewed him for Libero and theater director Jorge Eines has premiered the work in Madrid, Barcelona, Zaragoza and Valencia El Trinche, the best footballer in the world, in collaboration with José Ramón Fernández. The show began in Rosario and will return to Barcelona before the end of 2019. Claudio Garófalo interprets the Trinche and Lucas Ranzani to the journalist in an excellent montage and whose dialogue is so interesting that some fragments are included in italics in this chronicle based on the representation of the 17 February at the Cotxeres Borrell Civic Center.
Eines manages to get the viewer to identify with the Trinche. "He makes decisions that unknowingly bring us closer to the football we love, away from the merchandise that is sold to us," he argues. "He does not accept that the media, economic and social triumph makes him a soccer player because he already is", concludes the director of a play in which, starting with football, people talk about art, books and opera, also about life , death, suicide and war, and of course alcohol, women and the happiness of doing "what you want without fucking people". And, at 72, retired at 32, he rivets after attending the premiere: "I discovered things that I did not even know about Trinche."
Nothing is more childish than imagining football, the one in which one does not need a coach or an opponent, nor results and less prize, simply dreaming of a ball on the feet with no ambition other than to score a goal or a goal. no-goal if it's about Trinche Carlovich.