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From the South

Found By: Ollie
Once again many thanks to Ollie, Rio and Zoe for translating the Sobrevuelos column that Viggo posted on 21 April 2013 which, in addition to soccer, deals with the filming of his latest movie.

We watched the game against Racing in El Condor with members of the Peña de Viedma y Patagones. Good people, a match that made you want to shoot yourself. Saja had a heroic performance in the Academia goal, almost erasing from our memory the miraculous initial goal - half Messi, half Maradona - of the kid, Villalba, who replaced Stracqualursi for this game. When Jara wasted what seemed an absolutely certain goal to give us a 2-1 advantage, the nightmare began. Chino's saves were extraordinary. How we miss him! In my opinion, we saw there how the erratic legacy of Ramón Diaz with regard to CASLA continues to hurt us, despite the championship that he brought us in 2007. Saja said this when he left San Lorenzo:

"If I come across Ramón Diaz, I won't say hello. He hurt me; he's responsible for me leaving San Lorenzo."

But our defeat by Racing is not el Pelado´s fault, nor did (for once) Pezzota´s refereeing make it complicated for us. We annihilated ourselves on our own. I don´t think I´m too superstitious, but I remember that during the match previous to ours, San Martin against Boca Juniors, I shouted out a goal in the bar we went to before going to see the local peña. A gentleman who is usually in that bar is a Bostero [tr.note: fans of Boca], and he looked like he wanted to kill or die at the same time. I shouted without thinking, and I tried to cover up immediately by praising the great save by Boca´s goalkeeper. But the die was cast, and karma came back around. Now, the next day, I´m in the same bar to write to you because there´s no Internet here in Rio Negro, where we are shooting Lisandro Alonso´s film. I came in and the gentleman was sitting by himself, watching the match between Manchester City and Chelsea. "Hey, yesterday they gave us a real beating too," I said to him. After a perfect pause, during which he noticed the emblem in my hoodie, he smiled at me like an 8 year old kid would. "So they did...," he shot back at me.


Dear Viggo: I just arrived at work after that lethal week in La Lobería. Racing's goals are still in my head. I think today Alvarado said some convincing things in the paper: "San Lorenzo played for 15 minutes and Racing for 90, so they deserved to win." He's right. We had drive and one Messi-type goal that seemed to promise a party but was simply a coitus interruptus. Now Arsenal and Godoy Cruz are coming, two difficult teams. Alvarado also said that we have to go back to being formidable in our stadium. Do you see what I was telling you last Sunday, that "I have more faith in CASLA away than at home"? In order to stop thinking about the hellish game, I got to thinking about what we did in La Lobería with Lisandro, you and the great crew and I remembered what you said about shoots - that when you shoot a film, sometimes the shoot creates a family, but that in Lisandro's case, it's the reverse, because his work crew that follows him since La Libertad[Freedom] already is a family that, in this case, does a shoot, makes a movie. And I also kept thinking about the beautiful sunset on the route that we followed when you took us to Viedma so that we could take the bus and about the Dylan music that we listened to.

At that moment I thought, but didn´t tell you, that Dylan is a musician of the road, his music is for the road. To be on the road is a life choice. Few clothes, bare feet, lots of dreams... I want what I learned in those days from you and Lisandro to remain in me.


I´m glad to know that you arrived in Buenos Aires well. I had a great time with you and Lisandro, getting together before and after each day´s shoot to revise and prepare texts and sequences. We have been adapting ourselves to this lovely journey of filming that we began, a little more than a week ago, here in Río Negro. The truth is that so many things have happened that it seems like a month. We´ve continued the same way since you got on the "Condor Estrella" in Viedma. We continue sailing over the obstacles, making the most of the unexpected moments the best we can. Each day is a bit more intense than the one before, while we cross the inner and outer desert of this story that already has a life of its own. The only thing we can do is hold onto its tail and endure the gallops and setbacks that may bring us. The crew is very good. They believe, as you and I do, in the personal way of telling films that Lisandro has. Please, give a kiss to Guadalupe and Anita. How good that Guadalupe could also be here for a few days! The photos she took for the film are beautiful. I´m sending you one of her riding "Lorenzo" (the owner is a Cuervo) at the end of the first day of shooting.

As you know, we are far from Internet connections and cellular phones. I am writing in a Viedma teashop (the "Comahue")[tr.note: Teashop's name is the name of this area in the north of Patagonia in Argentina.], where I went for gas, to buy maps, water and other things to take in the car to that remote part of the Pampas where the shoot will continue. The next part that we're filming is some 750 kilometers from La Lobería. We have had difficult moments and luminous ones since you left, but everything's going well. Lisandro has an angel watching over him, it seems to me. Yesterday we did the great trench scene. Almost fifty men and boys from Viedma and Patagonia came and everyone did very good work. Looking at their faces, I couldn't stop imagining the lives of their ancestors, because many of them looked like photographs of Mapuches, Tehuelches and other original people of this part of Argentina. And others reminded me of the faces of European immigrants, soldiers, gauchos of days gone by. I had no doubt that I was in the 19th century, during the period of Julio Argentino Roca's brutal campaign - all day. One of those who were working today was pleased to tell me that he was a Racing supporter. I congratulated him on his team's recent victory, later buying him and his companions a little cold beer to finish our day of hard labor. Now my character moves far away from these men - from all men - continuing at a trot and sometimes at a gallop his strange pilgrimage to find his daughter and himself.

Last night I went up to the "call center," that hill by the sea where sometimes your cell works, and they told me on the phone that recently the president of Spain, Mariano Rajoy, went to Rome to give Pope Francis a t-shirt of the Spanish national team, and that the super Cuervo Pope thanked him, saying, "If I had known you were bringing me this t-shirt, I would have given you a San Lorenzo one." I guess it´s old news, but here, far from what´s recently been published, I laughed a lot thinking about the expression on Rajoy´s face. "San Lorenzo," he will have wondered, "San Lorenzo del Escorial?" [tr. note: a community near Madrid] It's incredible that a pope is talking seriously about soccer t-shirts during an official visit to the Vatican by a head of state - but that he's thinking about exchanging a San Lorenzo t-shirt for one from "La Roja" instead of one from the Argentine national team seems like a wild idea that could only have come from the delirious dream of a Ciclon supporter.

Another great thing I saw was they included Villalbas´s goal against Racing among the best in history on the website of the newspaper Marca, back in Spain . The Cuervo one is there with the one from Maradona against the English, and Messi´s against Getafe, among other great goals. You can vote for the best one. This is the link:

Now, about to leave for the Pampas, I think of what we achieved with the filming in the beautiful province of Río Negro. It´s increasingly clear to me that our existential "Western" has to do with the endurance and determination of the man to understand how time works, what it is that life wants from him. We are constructing a race with death, not against death. I think (correct me if you don´t agree) that the "Gunnar Dinesen" character is becoming aware during this story that there are other realities, other times, that being in a hurry doesn´t take you to any better place. It´s a story of transformation and acceptance. This reminds me of a quote by the great artist Chavela Vargas, who died last year at the age of 93. That tiger of a woman, who went on singing until her last days in this world, once said:

"I will meet face to face with death. I´m not afraid of her; I respect her. Madame, here I am, whenever you like... I´ve done everything fully aware and I don´t regret anything. Not the good, or the bad things, not the happy moments, or the sorrow.... My soul is filled with peace and tranquillity, at last."

I think that´s the way you have to live and play soccer. I´m sending you a couple of songs by Chavela, "El último trago" (The Last Drink) and "Llorona" (Cryer).

I stopped to eat and use the laptop at a service station in the Pampas. There are some 60 or 70 year old men watching the Vélez-Newell's game on the TV. Impressive how Tata Martino has them playing. His teams seems like Cappa's Huracán of 2009. Speaking of good coaches, I read a comment about Pep Guardiola in the Página 12 newspaper of 4/17, written by Jorge Valdano (another [guy] who began with Newell's like Tata). He also praises Marcelo Bielsa in it. What he says is accurate, as I see it. Have a look if you haven't seen it:

PS: The website where this chat and the ones to follow will be posted is already underway. Our old chats are also filed there. We will continue to add things - quotes, Cuervo news, etc. - "but the base is there." [tr. note: quote from Bambino Veira]
This translation (complete with all pictures) can also be found here in our Articles section.

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Viggo meets fans in Viedma

Source: Acción Poética Patagones-Viedma.
Found By: Chrissie
Many thanks to Chrissie for this find.

Thanks to Pablo Baffoni for sharing his lovely picture of Viggo on the Acción Poética Patagones-Viedma Facebook site:

Images © Pablo Baffoni.

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This hell where we live

Found By: Ollie
Many thanks to Ollie, Rio and Zoe for translating the Sobrevuelos Viggo posted at Perceval Press on 15th March, shortly after the appointment of Pope Francis I.

Dear Viggo: we already talked last week about how difficult it was going to be against Tigre to maintain CASLA´s overwhelming level against River. That happened to Independiente who won the clásico with Racing with authority but couldn´t maintain the level. Perhaps what people call fate is an old newspaper headline. That is to say, we are speaking now already knowing the result, an adverse and mean result for us.

I don´t think what Cetto did was a penalty but also, let´s be honest, we didn´t deserve to win. That is to say, if we win, I`d like to win the way we did against River. And although I have to confess I don´t at all like to lose playing badly, the huge triumph over River continues fueling my days. The team gave the impression of one of those guys who, in the neighbourhood, we called thin rain, which means it screws you thoroughly but it doesn´t soak you. We missed Buffa and we missed Piatti playing, who I consider an ace, something he hasn´t done in CASLA yet. Anyway, for me, the defeat did in Sunday evening, lethal evenings for me since when I was in school and on Sunday evening, while my family was watching Tato Bores on TV, I´d see my starched smock waiting for me to go out very early on the field, in Martina Silva de Gurruchaga, the Boedo school. When San Lorenzo wins, Sunday evening is an endless possibility; I believe in humankind and the future and all those things. When they lose, I drop to the B [division] without stopping.

I remember Schopenhauer said that the greatest virtue a person could have was to have good spirits, something I need to strengthen as a bodybuilder strengthens his muscles in the gym.

I never had much talent for being happy. That´s why I so enjoy books that, somehow, tell you about this perspective on life. I was reading an extraordinary book, whose author is Karl Ove Knausgård, and I thought while I was reading it - and I still read it, to me reading is like a good night-time whisky - that you´d like it very much because of the family descriptions he does about his brother and parents and his life in Norway. In Spanish the book is titled La Muerte del padre; in Norwegian it's called Mi lucha [English title: My Struggle], parodying the title of Hitler's book, and it caused a scandal. It's an autobiography written to the utmost, and it seems to me that if a movie were made of it, you'd have to play the protagonist. Google him - the author's face is wonderful. One of the things the book left me thinking about is whether you love your parents because they are your parents, because they fill that role, or because they give you love throughout your life. Because the novel begins with descriptions of family life where the father plays a central role but shows his son almost no love in everyday actions. In fact, the oldest son almost hates him. Nonetheless, when the father dies and they both have to take care of his body and his funeral, both of them are there. Steadfast, bearing the lethal farewell of what it is to cease having a father. When a father dies, one comes face to face with one's own death. The father was a wall that stood between him [and death].

But let´s stop talking about death; let´s talk about resurrection. That´s what Barça did (the headline in Olé, habemus Barça, was great [tr. note: a play on the words for the announcement of a new Pope: Habemus papam.]) through Messi and company. Barça plays almost without a coach, which proves that each one of its players is imbued with a basic idea of how to play, as if they had embedded a computing system in their hard drive. Viggo, we are seeing the best team of all time; this sets Messi apart from Maradona. Maradona was a soloist; Messi is a collective force. Big hug, Cuervo.


Hello Fabián: I understand you. It´s not easy to be happy. And on the other hand, it should be the easiest thing in the world. Neither money nor time are necessary for it. You only need to be alive. And - of course - forgive and forgive oneself. That´s not easy either.

They made Bergoglio Pope, as every Cuervo already knows. On the one hand, he is a man who seems much nicer and more "humane" than the last pope, Ratzinger. He travels on the subway, eats alone, drinks mate on the street, washes people´s feet, and he probably does the dishes and laundry himself whenever he can. When he came out on the balcony to be officially introduced, I shouted "The Pope is a Cuervo!" I had been cooking because some friends were coming for dinner. I had on the t-shirt that says Me verás volver [You´ll see me return] (without the slightest idea of what was going to happen in the Vatican,) and I was pleased I hadn´t stained it with food or grease. I had turned the TV on to listen to the news, and I was half watching the live broadcast from Rome while I was turning over some chicken breasts in garlic and lemon sauce. After a long wait during which the TV images seemed to show a certain commotion in the room that opened onto the balcony - with very agitated priests shouting instructions - Bergoglio came out in view of everybody, dressed in white, and spoke with an easy and natural smile. I left the work in the kitchen to listen and watch the extraordinary scene closely. "Why, it´s the Cuervo! The Pope is a Cuervo!" "Don´t be silly," said my girlfriend, who was watching TV with me. "Don´t exaggerate. The fact that he is Argentinian doesn´t mean he´s a San Lorenzo supporter." "But it´s true, I swear to you; he is for El Ciclón! I can´t believe it!"

There on the balcony, in front of thousands of emotional people in St. Peter´s Square, the new pope, taking the name of Francis I, seemed a little nervous. But he looked humble, with a tone of voice and a very down-to-earth way of expressing himself which, initially, brought to mind the way Messi talks when he gives interviews. And I remembered the photos of Bergoglio with the banners and the CASLA jersey in the Lorenzo Massa chapel. I haven´t met him personally, but I know he came to bless the Lorenzo Massa chapel in CASLA´s Ciudad Deportiva after we had inaugurated it as an ecumenical meditation space of brotherhood for all, believers or not.

"He's a Cuervo," I kept shouting. "The Pope is a Supercuervo!" The friends arrived for dinner and I couldn't stop talking about the subject. While we were eating, I told them everything I knew about Massa, the Jesuit founder of the new Pope's club, about his selfless and generous character, of his humble labor on behalf of the most disadvantaged. I moved my plate of food and opened the laptop to show them videos and historic images of Boedo, of Lorenzo Massa, of the supporters, of the extraordinary Iberian tour of 1947 and the outstanding players, explaining the virtues of our club. I'm sure I drank too much wine and that didn't help calm me at all. I was a complete bore all night. I received lots of computer messages from all parts of the world. People who had seen the incredible photo of Bergoglio in the chapel with the CASLA banner, published thousands of times already in newspaper and web pages, congratulated me for having a San Lorenzo Pope. Incredible. I also received loads from gallinas y bosteros [tr.note: reference to rival team supporters] ("They are going to have change the liturgy, since the Pope is not going to have any Cups for the wine" and things like that).When the guests left and silence fell, I thought about other things, about the complicated and changing relationship that Bergoglio had with the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo*, about the images that supposedly show Bergoglio with Videla** (the ones that have been published everywhere in these last few days are not him; they are another priest), Verbitsky's statements*** and the testimony that's been gathered and published in Página 12...and all that lowered my enthusiasm a little for the phenomenon of the great news from St. Peter's Square.

[*tr. note: human rights organization of women whose children were abducted by the military dictatorship in Argentina
** tr. note: military leader who came to power in the coup d'etat and was later jailed for life
*** tr. note: Left-wing journalist who wrote a controversial book about Pope Francis' alleged involvement with two priests who were tortured during the Dirty War. Others have denied the claim.]

A friend who isn't a Cuervo wrote me today about the photos with Videla and the accusations that some are making about Francis I. He made the comparison with the famous photos of Borges and Sábato, with Videla too, that people tried to use as proof of his support for the dictatorship. He wrote me that it seemed to him "...fair and necessary to go back over the past of a new Pope, but also it has to be done very seriously - and I'm afraid that today the question is too muddy politically to hope for that. In the end, the truth will out - eventually." The photos of Videla with Borges and Sábato, taken shortly after the military coup, also include the priest Castellani. At least we know that that priest used the occasion to discreetly ask Videla to show clemency to the writer under arrest, Haroldo Conti, who was later mercilessly murdered. As for Borges, there's no doubt that on that occasion he praised Videla and was grateful for the coup that, in his opinion, "saved the country from disgrace."

What's certain is that the tribunal that investigated the matter in 2010 never charged Bergoglio. It also has to be taken into account that there are reliable people who have met him - and who were harmed by the dictatorship - who completely back Bergoglio. For example, Adolfo Pérez Esquivel, Nobel Peace Prize [winner] in 1980, stated that "There were bishops who were complicit with the dictatorship, but not Bergoglio," that "there is no link" that associates it with him. The lawyer Alicia Oliveira, who was a judge in 1973 and was fired and persecuted, has also defended him unconditionally.

I'm sure that many more things will come out, as my friend says - credible and disinterested statements as well as unfounded attacks and attempts at exoneration. Whatever happens, I believe that we have to sincerely try to forgive or at least understand others as well as ourselves. Without that, we can't make progress.

Of course we cannot nor should we forget any of the inexplicable decisions of our parents, the crimes of the past, the suffering and anguish of so many people during and after the barbarities of resolutely anti-democratic regimes in Argentina and elsewhere. Returning to the possible character of the new pope, I quote David Trueba, who wrote this about Bergoglio:

" be sure that if the restoration of the values of Francis of Assisi is true, the peculiar film of master, Roberto Rossellini's, Francis, God's Minstrel [tr. note: English title, The Flowers of St. Francis] stands out as a perfect style manual."

The good thing is that with the unforeseen promotion that Francis I has given CASLA, I'll no longer have to explain so much about San Lorenzo on my travels.

The game against Tigre depressed me too. Knowing that neither Buffarini or Ruiz would be on the field, I was afraid that San Lorenzo was not going to be able to duplicate the convincing team play that they showed against River. It seems to me that the referee was really bad and hurt us a little, but I don't like to look for excuses.This isn't [behavior that's characteristic] of a great team, as I've said before. The team was sloppy. It's over and done with. Now it's Colon's turn. We're going to get back on the right path. Habemus Corvum* yes, but what's most important is that we have a team that's well-managed and that has a lot of potential.

*[tr. note: [in Latin] literally, 'We have a Cuervo', but also a play on the words for the announcement of a new Pope: Habemus papam]

I only know Knausgård's first novel, Ute av verden [Out of the World]. He writes well. I know that the autobiographical series of books you refer to has sold very well, and that they've stirred up a great deal of controversy in Norway, a lot of debate. That was as much because of the correspondence to the title of Hitler's book, as you say, as with the disclosure of intimate details about the life of the author's family included in his accounts. Knausgård himself has said (I don't know whether in jest or not) that it's possible that he signed a kind of Faustian pact (with the Devil) to achieve literary fame with that material.

P.S. As for the winning lottery number, which matched the one on Bergoglio's [San Lorenzo] membership card, it seems like an astonishing and totally inexplicable occurrence to me.


Man, what you were cooking made me really hungry. When you come, you'll have to make those [chicken] breasts at my house. Yesterday, journalists from Chile, Peru and Mexico called me to ask me about the CASLA Pope. It caught my attention that they were focusing on that and not on [the fact] that he was a Pope from Argentina, a Latin American. I responded to them with this: "I am a fan of CASLA, not of the Catholic Church." But I grew up with the fable of Jesus, and the Nazarene, as a spiritual politician (things that are, in my opinion, inseparable), was a magnificent man. So that I'm always waiting for that moment when scripture and flesh become one, that is to say, that the Pope will come who will drive the pharisees [sic] from the temple, as Jesus did. That he'll give a red card to pedophiles, to those who are in the Vatican to do business, to prosper, without any kind of faith being important to them. Today Pérez Esquivel, who, for me, has a much higher moral standing than Verbitsky, said that the Pope should seat himself on a fisherman's seat, not on an opulent throne. The opulence of the Vatican runs counter to the teachings of Jesus; there's no way around that. On the other hand, it's conspicuous that those who criticize the Vatican's money don't do the same with the fortune the Kirchners have accumulated, something that, to me, is immoral whatever way you look at it. Verbitsky, for example, never criticized himself for being a Montonero [tr. note: Argentinian leftist guerrilla/terrorist group of the 1960's and 70's], nor Juan Gelman either. It's time they did. What happens is that ideologies contribute to your stupidity. For the sake of convenience. And one has to always be in a state of uncertainty, of questioning. Father Carlos Mugica, a blond James Dean look-alike priest who worked in the poor neighbourhoods and was murdered by the Right, said something wonderful: It doesn´t matter whether heaven exists or not; what matters is what we do with this hell where we live.

This reminds me of the end of [Italo] Calvino´s Invisible Cities, where it says that we have to discover what is not hell in each person, and try to make it grow and expand. Anyway, as Buddha said, life is pure impermanence. We mustn´t forget.


Dear Fabián,

"...what matters is what we do with the hell where we live." Yes, that´s it. It´s difficult not to get distracted from the simple things, to go on seeing every neighbor without exception as a brother when you realize the enormous constructions of negative maneuvers that never stop being erected, the manipulations by governments and their allies among the public information media that affect the daily life of whole nations. In the speculations of the most conservative newspapers and blogs, I already see a certain opportunism in the reporting about the election of Francis I. "This new pope being Latin American," they seem to say, "as well as a Jesuit - a man Of The People," as much as God, right? - it's possible that the atheistic/anarchic contamination of his region can be curbed once and for all. Let´s see if we can finally bury socialism, communism and any love without borders, so we can get rich and bring our domains under control without so much hassle and waste of energy and money. People have to be calmed with a degree of fantasy, but actually kept submissive to our instructions." That's what the pharisees and the heartless ones who take advantage of people, as you say, are like. The Church, acting in a way totally contrary to the ideals of compassion, equality, and fraternity that are found in the Christian scriptures (and in those of other beliefs as well), has always been in the habit of serving the oppressors and exploiters of humanity and nature. Because of that, institutionalized religions - whether they be Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Hindu, etc. - all, including to a certain degree, unfortunately, certain branches of Buddhism - have come to be, sooner or later, tools of oppression and exploitation. I agree with Dostoyevsky, who Bergoglio seems to have thought highly of in his early lectures, when he said, "I don't know if God created Man or if Man created God."

For me, God is in your face, and in the fragile oak tree clinging to the rocky cliff face that I just saw for half a second from the window of the high-speed train I'm traveling on this morning. Sooner or later you will die, like that little tree, but today they're alive and are everything for me. I need nothing more. It's important to know what you live for and not simply exist without reasoning - to appreciate the play of the moment, coexist with the emotions produced by the simple act of paying attention. Life is worth the trouble, but you have to realize it and want to realize it.

I was in St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican. Surely you were as well when you went to Italy. As with so many other opulent churches, I'm always saddened by what filling those buildings with jewels, gold, and so much marble has meant: slavery and genocide, the misery of so many people. And the "men of God" (I hope that someday the women who want to can be cardinals and popes and whatever they desire, but I'm afraid that's not going to happen very soon, not even with Bergoglio), as humble as they may be when they enter those golden temples, lose their way and become rotten. As Dostoyevsky also said, "We acquire habits of luxury easily, and it's hard to do without them later, when they've become a necessity."

Let's see if Pope Paco, as some are starting to call Francis I, behaves in a different manner than all his predecessors and does not completely fall into temptation.

Hold on, Ciclón!

This translation (complete with photos) can also be found here.

© Viggo Mortensen and Fabian Casas.

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Iolanthe's Quotable Viggo

The recent Telegraph interview mentioned Viggo running out into the foyer of his hotel in 'multicoloured striped socks'. I would bet my house on them being his blue and red San Lorenzo ones. Which brings us to the fact that San Lorenzo has been all over the news recently because it's other biggest fan, Pope Francis, has just taken cuervodom into the Vatican and left us wondering if, like Viggo, he wears his team shirt under his work clothes and also has the socks. About time, I thought, for another San Lorenzo quotable ? a mixture new quotes and old some old favourites.

Wearing all manner of Buenos Aires and soccer trappings (socks, bracelet, and a San Lorenzo pin, plus a complete mate set and the sports section of The Nation on hand), Viggo Mortensen greeted the Argentinean press on his recent visit to Buenos Aires?.. He takes off his black boots and allows us to see the wide stripes on his socks in the colours of the team he loves.

Viggo Mortensen: The Biggest Soccer Fan In Hollywood
By Lorena García - translated by Margarita
La Nacion
16 November 2005

[He]...wears a San Lorenzo shirt like it's tattooed on his skin.

"I feel honored to be able to give a hand to poets"
By - translated by Zooey and Sage
Pagina 12
14 August 2009

How would you define San Lorenzo fans?

Brothers, sisters - forever.

Viggo, A True Cuervo
La Revista de San Lorenzo
Translated by Ollie, Rio, Sage and Zooey
18 April 2010

'I have enough shirts to field a whole San Lorenzo team?'

Viggo Mortensen Q&A
By Richard Deitsch
Sports Illustrated magazine
5 August 2004
Sports Illustrated magazine

'Going to the airport last week, near Barcelona, someone stole my wallet with my license, bank and credit cards, CASLA membership card, family photos, a small antique medal, almost everything I need to travel. Fortunately, they didn't steal my passport. I went to the local police before catching my flight, the mossos d'esquadra as they call them in Catalonia, to let them know in case anyone finds anything and turns it in. They were very nice. They took down my information and told me that if anything turned up, they'd call me. I contacted the bank to cancel the cards, and got on the plane. Today, a couple of hours ago, when I was already getting over the incident, the mossos called me to tell me that they'd just found my wallet. They told me that unfortunately the only thing in the wallet was my membership card. This could be seen as an insult - that the thief didn't think that such a thing could have any value - or simply as a bit of luck, a good sign. In reality, I think the thief didn't have enough intelligence to understand that that card was the most important of all the things in the wallet. Next week they're going to give me the wallet and my card, and I'll give them my thanks. I'm going to be very happy.'

Piece of Luck
By Viggo Mortensen - translated by Ollie, Rio and Zoe
Club Atlético San Lorenzo de Almagro
25 July 2012

"We had our chances, but things didn´t turn out for us as we would have liked.
I was furious, very depressed. I watched the match on my laptop, in the restaurant of a gas station near Boston, USA. People were staring at me, sitting there with my San Lorenzo shirt, behaving like a crazy man, talking to the little screen, shouting at the players."

Viggo on watching San Lorenzo lose
Knowing How To Lose
By Viggo Mortensen - translated by Ollie, Rio and Zoe
Club Atlético San Lorenzo de Almagro
5 March 2012

"Unconditional love, unconditional loyalty, I don't feel those for any team, or any country or anything, only for San Lorenzo. Although they fail again and again, and only end up champions occasionally, although we have a glorious but hard, and sometimes tragic, history. I like how the San Lorenzo supporter behaves; I like their traditions. They have the best songs and are the most witty, and the other supporters recognize that. And besides, they sing non-stop; it doesn't matter if we're losing 0 to 7. San Lorenzo supporters have a very rich history, of endurance above all, and a special dignity."

El mundo de Viggo Mortensen
By Manuel Martínez ? translated by Ollie, Rio and Zoe
Esquire Latinoamerica
15 march 2012

"I'm spreading "the cuervo gospel" all over the world. That's not only my mission, but my career, that's my job. Cinema, poetry and all the rest are hobbies. Spreading the cuervo gospel, that's what I'm dedicated to..."

Viggo Mortensen
In The Name Of The Father
By Natalia Trzenko - translated by Ollie and Zooey
La Nacion
22 June 2010

?.the Cuervo ambassador to the world.

Jorge Barros
San Lorenzo Supporters Subcommittee interview
Transcribed/translated by Ollie, Rio and Zoe
SCH tv
20 May 2011

'But now at least I won't have to work as hard to be an ambassador for San Lorenzo around the world. The pope is taking a big load off me. '

Viggo Mortensen: Lay off the pope
By Andrew O'Hehir
20 March 2013

'I could care less about the Vatican but if you got to be pope, you might as well be a fan of San Lorenzo.'

Viggo Mortensen on Everybody Has a Plan, Argentine Popes and His Beloved San Lorenzo
John Lopez
Huffington Post
21 March 2013

Does this mean that San Lorenzo is now officially God's team?

Well... the good thing about it is I don't have to go around explaining to everybody what San Lorenzo is as much in my travels.

Viggo Mortensen on Everybody Has a Plan, Argentine Popes and His Beloved San Lorenzo
John Lopez
Huffington Post
21 March 2013

"I never thought I´d write a column. I asked if I could write about anything and they said yes; then I accepted because I wanted to talk about life, about literature, about cinema, about many things, and not only soccer. Although some heavy things have appeared of late."

Viggo Mortensen on writing his San Lorenzo column
Soledad Villamil - Viggo Mortensen: Brothers In Arms
By Nazareno Brega - translated by Ollie and Zoe
29 August 2012

...if he were called to face the end of the world as we know it, he would do it with a t-shirt from his team pressed to his heart.

In The Name Of The Father
By Natalia Trzenko - translated by Ollie and Zooey
La Nacion
22 June 2010

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Newly elected Pope Francis I, comes from Argentina and is obviously a Cuervo ... just like someone else we know.

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