Third Division – Girone B. Apparently, clean season – nobody was found guilty of dirty activities and penalized.
Teramo – last with 18 points and out.
Campania Puteolana – 17th with 21 points and out.
Nocerina – 16th with 30 points. The played a relegation playoff against Catania and lost it 0-2 – thus, relegated.
Catania – 15th with 30 points. Survived only after beating Nocerina in a relegation playoff.
Brindisi – 14th with 30 points. Strange… they had the same points as Catania and Nocerina and better worse goal-difference than them, yet – safely 14th and no relegation playoff for them.
Ischia Isolaverde – 13th with 31 points.
Casertana – 12th with 31 points.
Cagliari – 11th with 31 points.
Salernitana – 10th with 33 points.
Frosinone – 9th with 34 points.
Francavilla – 8th with 35 points.
Torres – 7th with 36 points.
Monopoli – 6th with 38 points.
Foggia – 5th with 39 points.
Campobasso – 4th with 42 points.
Reggina -3rd with 43 points.
Cozenca – 2nd with 45 points and promoted.
Licata – champions. Like in Girone A, two teams finished with 45 points and goal-difference decided the champion – Licata clinched it on better one. Promoted, of course.
There was one more promotion spot and it was decided in a playoff between the 3rd teams in both groups: Reggina vs Verascit Boccaleone.
Reggina won 2-0 and earned the last promotion.
Ospitaletto – absolute outsider: last with only 11 points. They won just 2 games – one at home and one away. Relegated.
Pavia – 17th with 21 points and out. However, they had 5 points deducted.
Centese – 16th with 24 points. Relegated at first and later readmitted. Lucky boys…
Fano -15th with 24 points, but they were also penalized with deduction of 2 points.
Livorno – 14th with 26 points.
Derthona – 13th with 27 points.
Rimini – 12th with 31 points.
Lucchese – 11th with 36 points.
Reggiana – 10th with 36 points.
Trento – 9th with 37 points.
Vis Pesaro – 8th with 38 points.
SPAL – 7th with 39 points.
Spezia – 6th with 39 points.
Prato – 5th with 41 points.
L. R. Vicenza – 4th with 42 points.
Virescit Boccaleone – 3rd with 43 points. Very strong season – almost got them promoted to Second Division.
Monza – 2nd with 45 points and promoted.
Ancona – clinched 1st place on better goal-difference for they also finished with 45 points. Still note the typical Italian low scoring – Ancona scored a total of 35 goal in 34 games. Monza did not average even a goal-per-game: 28 goals in 34 games.
Virtus Entella Bacezza – 12th with 31 points.
A possible photo of Sorso of this season – 11th with 32 points.
Pistoiese – 8th with 35 points.
Montevarchi finished 2nd and promoted.
Carrarese was declared champion and, naturally, promoted up.
Pro Patria – last with 18 points. Hopelessly behind everybody – the terrible slump and ones upon a time strong and respected club seemingly had no end.
Casale was lucky to survive – by a point better than Sassuolo.
Novara – 12th with 30 points. At least not as bad as Pro Patria, but 4th level seemed permanent.
Venezia-Mestre clinched 2nd place with 47 points and was promoted.
Mantova won the championship with 48 points and went up.
Giulianova ended 13th with 29 points.
Gubbio did very well – 4th with 40 points. But that the maximum – they were entirely outside the promotional race.
Casarano was 2nd.
Perugia won 1st place.
Latina escaped relegation – a point better than Ercolanese.
Trapani – 13th with 30 points.
Atletico Catania – 10th with 33 points. Not bad for a club formed only 2-3 years ago.
This could be considered as a real surprise and big achievement: Giarre finished 2nd with 45 points and was promoted to Third level.
Palermo had no rival – champions with 49 points and climbing back to Third Division.
Espanol took full advantage of home turf , neutralized the Germans and
scored 3 goals.
Losada excelled – he scored twice.
3-0 Espanol at the end. Looked like the Cup was theirs… if ones forgets who they were playing against.
The second leg in Leverkusen – Bayer chose to play at home, which meant twice smaller attendance than Espanol had in Barcelona. But home is home.
N’Kono’s leg is also suspect, but it was desperate and fruitless attempt to save the ball. Well, he did not on this occasion.
The Germans gradually took the upper hand – prevented the Spaniards from attacking and
Bayer had to return 3 goals – it was no joke,
so they attacked and
Finally Bum-Kun Cha made it 3-0 in the 81st minute. At the end it was 3-3 aggregate – the Germans did the impossible for others, but so far only restored the equilibrium. All their goals were scored in the second half – it was quite difficult to overcome Espanol, but in the same time crashing them in the second half also meant that tiredness and desperation affected the Spaniards.
Bayer had the advantage somewhat – it did not materialized in the extra time and penalty shoot-out followed. Full drama.
Espanol missed. 3-2 Bayer.
Dramatic victory.
Goes without saying the winners were happy.
Espanol (Barcelona) lost its chance to win international trophy. Too bad. Too unlucky – losing without losing. This may have been the best squad in the history of the club,but only second best at the end – which does not count. Thomas N’Kono missed his chance to win European trophy. Pichi Alonso, Soler, Losada, Laurdisen – it was not a bad team, yet, hardly a great one. Pretty much equal to the opposing squad in class, therefore, the result was fair and luck decided the outcome. Not in Espanol’s favour and second chance was already highly unlikely.
The winners – Bayer (Leverkusen) was going up for some time, so it seemed only natural to reach the top. Top row from left: Thomas Hörster, Alois Reinhardt, Falko Götz, Jean-Pierre De Keyser, Wolfgang Rolff, Christian Schreiner, Herbert Waas.
First time winners deserve a second look – instant legends at home, but it was also highly unlikely they would repeat such international success. That is the other reason for a second picture – let look at them now, for there will be no more European trophies. If you don’t like them, take Aspirin.
Note the achievement of Atalanta – they played in Second Division, yet, reached the ½ finals of the Cup Winners Cup and perhaps with a bit of luck could have been at least finalists, if not winners.
The finalists lined up in front of 40 000 supporters in Strasbourg,
captains van’t Schip and Sanders shook hands and the final started.
And what a dazzling match it was – both teams attacking in breathtaking speed. It was more exciting and entertaining match than the European Champions Cup final, keeping everybody on tiptoes from start to finish.
KV Mechelen was more than a match to mighty Ajax- they played fierce game, occasionally more creative and dangerous than Ajax.
Not famous, but hardly lesser players than the Dutch – here it was de Wilde making trouble.
And Ohana was very difficult to guard.
There was no way to tame Mechelen.
Of course, Ajax was not toothless, but Belgian defense was alert and competent. There was a suspicion for penalty not given for Ajax early in the early minutes, yet as a whole Mechelen created more dangerous moments in front of Menzo.
The opponents were well matched, neither giving way, neither prevailing.
A final worth watching, a game spectators crave for. And it was not risky Mechelen losing a man, as expected, but Ajax – Danny Blind brought down Clijsters in the 16th minute and was sent off. Well… the English TV commentator expected yellow card in the spirit of the 1980s, when nobody saw red short of murder, but it was pure and clear red: a great counterattack left Clijsters one on one with Menzo. It was still quite away from penalty zone, but it was 100% scoring position and Blind hardly had any other option, but to bring down the Belgian. Mechelen did not score from the free kick, but Ajax was left with 10 men – and it did not show, they played as well as before.
It was more a matter of chance than anything and Mechelen used their own in the 53rd minute when den Boer scored a great goal, finishing lethal attack with a header. Ajax tried and tried, but no luck and Preud’homme was solid as a rock. It was still 1-0 at the final whistle. Modest KV Mechelen won one of the most memorable finals of the 1980s!
Getting the Cup Winners Cup – what a moment!
Tiny Mechelen making the round of triumph.
Aad de Mos – the mastermind of the victors, a Dutch beating the Dutch.
Happy winners – de Wilde, in the middle, was unable to finish the final because of injury, but the Cup was his!
That was it.
It was sad to see such wonderful team to lose. A team bursting with talent – Dennis Bergkamp was not even a starter, let alone few others sitting on the bench. Sad for Arnold Muhren unable to add one more trophy at the end of his career. Sad it was, but Ajax lost to equally good team – it was not losing to boring and scheming opponent. Unfortunately, this final clipped the wings of squad and ended prematurely the second great period in the history of the club – this was a squad expected to repeat the success of Ajax of the early 70s, certainly it had the talent and the flair. It also practically ended the career of Barry Hulshoff as a coach. Let say coach Hulshoff was not a match to player Hulshoff, let say Ajax politics were to blame for it to a point – true, Cruijff was never easy to work with, but the club should have hired strong replacement when Cruijff left the club to join Barcelona again. Or may be they should have appointed experienced Spitz Kohn as a head coach – if anything, he made the successful Twente team in the early 70s and worked as assistant coach of Ajax already. Instead, they put the other Cruijff’s assistant as an interim coach… it was quite clear that Hulshoff is temporary solution, something hardly expiring anybody. Now they lost, Hulshoff was easily blamed, he was a convenient scapegoat. At least at the final Ajax did not show any shortcomings because of Hulshoff – they played the same exciting attacking football as taught by Cruijff and it was the same team (minus van Basten and plus Larsson). Frankly, it was club politics to blame not that much for the lost final, but for cutting short the ascent of the squad – the ghost of cheap decision came back: in 1973 they replaced Kovacs with suspect coach and that who killed the great team, now they replaced Cruijff with similarly weak coach and lost the future.
Of course, it is always great to see the underdog win. Against the odds and so on, but the victors truly deserved the glory. And not only because second-raters prevailed over stars – Mechelen played exciting football, they were at least equally good as their opponents, showed no fear, tried no dirty tricks. Not famous, thus, nobody paid much attention to them previously, but the club was carefully building the team and shaping it for a number of years – what we saw in 1988 was the polished product of years of work. Of course, the club had no means to hire big stars, but they used their money wisely – let point out that Michelle Preud’homme had little chance to become number one in the Belgian national team at the time. He was somewhat second-best and it was easier to get him when nobody was really looking. But before him Mechelen had another unfortunate ‘second-best’ – Theo Custers captained them, back from a spell in Spain. Both goalkeepers stayed in the shadow of Pfaff for years, Preud’homme was younger and better keeper than Custers. Mechelen developed this way, with some players making the core of the team for some years. A good coach was hired too – Aad de Moss, like his players, was somewhat second rank so far. So was Erwin Koeman – he reached the Dutch national team thanks to his performance for KV Mechelen. Eli Ohana was really noticed because of his playing for Mechelen – an Israeli national team player, but Israelis were not considered first rate players in Europe. The other Dutch players were outside the interest of big clubs in both Holland and Belgium – yet, den Boer scored the wonderful winning goal and none was bellow the standards of up and coming great stars of Ajax. KV Mechelen came out of the blue to European glory, but they deserved their success. And at the end it was not Ajax getting players form the underdog but the other way around – it was Johhny Bosman, number one striker of Ajax so far (rated above both van Basten and Bergkamp in the club), joining KV Mechelen after the final. It was impossible to think KV Mechelen would stay on top of European football for long – they were too small to compete with the money Spanish and Italian clubs had, or the Germans, or even their domestic rivals like Anderlecht and FC Brugge, but they were not one-time wonder either: small the were, but lovely, carefully made and keeping level head. Frankly, one of the best things happening in European football in the 1980s and one of the most optimistic sides during bleak years of ugly tactical football – entertaining attacking team, playing with imagination and skill. Proving that football was not going to die.
These lovely winners deserve one more look – this time the full squad! The wonder to do more with less.
There was something symbolic in the captains of the opponents: Gerets, who went through huge misfortune because of his involvement in the Belgian bribing scandal earlier in the decade and Sheu, already a veteran from the largely weak and unfortunate years of Benfica, when they won nothing and lost a lot of respect. The captains, like the clubs, had a lot in stake – may be their last chance to get back respect, to prove they were winners.
The match itself was nothing much… both teams were dedicated to attacking football, fast and surprisingly clean, but typically 1980s – it was difficult to create a scoring opportunity. Defenses got the upper hand always. Both goalkeepers had little to do, especially van Breukelen. It may have been the tactics – Benfica used somewhat old-fashioned strict lines. In defense Mozer played wonderful match, but hardly ever reached the central line – he patrolled deep back, killing Dutch attacks. Ahead, Benfica soon became predictable and ineffective – Pacheco, operating on the left wing was always passed to, but Gerets won every duel. By the end of the first half it was clear that nothing good may happen this way and the best would be either to look for the other wing (where Magnusson operated in the first half), or move Pacheco far away from Gerets. Which Toni and his assistant Eusebio realized and started the second half with Pacheco moved to the right wing and Magnusson to the center. Did not work better, unfortunately – looking always for Pacheco severely limited the attacking options of Benfica – speedy and dangerous Chiquinho and to a large degree Magnusson were isolated, did not get balls. The aggressive and competent Dutch defense had no trouble destroying repetitious, but always the same attacking efforts of Benfica, which midfielders kept further back and rarely helped the strikers. Elzo was the moving force there and he was also the only danger, for Sheu was surprisingly quiet. But in any case the Dutch always had numerical dominance and destroyed any attacks at early stage. Benfica had only one scoring opportunity in the regular time and it came late in the second half, created by their substitute Vando, who was a bit more effective against Gerets than Pacheco.
PSV Eindhoven also suffered from their structural approach – Lerby, Ronald Koeman, Gerets, and Nielsen were the prime movers and shakers. Three defenders and Lerby, who generally started attacks from very deep back. Great coverage of the whole field, but the problem was that PSV’s strikers were isolated and especially in the first half only making the numbers – Kieft and Vanenburg almost touched the ball. Thus, the four players of the deep back started and finished attacks – but starting an attack from so far behind limited the finish also far from Benfica’s net: long shots from Koeman, Lerby, and Nielsen, which, if on target at all, did not trouble alert Silvino. Such emphasis on defenders placed explains why PSV Eindhoven played with 5 defenders – van Aerle generally covered for his teammates going constantly ahead, but also PSV practically played without strikers. However, with time, PSV Eindhoven took the upper hand, putting Benfica in defense. Yet, the visible supremacy materialized with dangerous opportunity only from the 70th minute on. And blew away their scoring chances – Vanenburg missed 3 chances, but it was Linskens missing a 100% scoring opportunity. A desperate efforts by Silvino and finally Mozer blocked Vanenburg once and after that Silvino made two great saves. It was 0-0 at the 90th minute and it was 0-0 after extra-time.
van Breukelen saved.
The Dutch jumped from the grass – no voodoo-ceremonies back than, the teams watched the penalties sitting in the center – and
run to embrace their goalkeeper. The moment of triumph at last.
Gerets received the Cup
The usual smiles and lifting the coveted Cup.
Well, who was the real hero? Gerets, Koeman – or still van Breukelen, whose save won the trophy?
PSV (Eindhoven) (trainer Hiddink): Van Breukelen; Gerets, Van Aerle, R.Koeman, Nielsen, Heintze; Vanenburg, Linskens, Lerby; Kieft, Gillhaus (Janssen 107)
Well, the curse of Bela Gutman still worked… Benfica lost. Eusebio failed to win the Champions Cup as a coach (well, assistant-coach), Toni failed to win it both as player and as a coach. Sheu had to finish his career with blemish of never achieving anything internationally with his beloved club. It was a good team – Silvino was worthy replacement of Bento, the Brazilians – Mozer, Elzo, Chiquinho, and Vando (or Wando) – were very strong, Mats Magnusson provided Northern stable efficiency and seriousness, Moroccan talent Redoune Hajry (or Hajiry) was reliable substitute, Sheu, Veloso, Pacheco, Rui Aguas were solid Portuguese stars and national team players. It was very, very good team, which lost only on the chancy penalty shoot-out. But lost…
At last PSV Eindhoven won the European Champions Cup – finally they came even with Ajax and Feyenoord and also were a great part of the Dutch revival. Given the squad and the final match as well, they seemingly deserved to win: they were the stronger team at the final and created more scoring opportunities. However, they did not score and did not win… which evoked the old problems from the 1970s: great team, but unable to win when matters most. Ambition and talent were there, the team had very strong campaign, but… their last 5 matches in the European tournament were all ties and they prevailed either on away-goal rule or, at the final, on penalty shoot-out. That left a bit of doubt about their real class – especially because the names clearly spelled out ‘class’: Guus Hiddink coaching Gerets, Lerby, Nielsen, van Breukelen, van Aerle, Heintze, Kieft, Vanenburg, Gillhaus, and having more talent than available positions, so Frank Arnesen (Denmark) and Hallvar Thoresen (Norway) sat on the bench. By names, PSV Eindoven was much heavier than Benfica and should have won – as it happened, they were only slightly dominating… and it could have been the already mentioned difficulty with the leading players from the defense: PSV’s game was based on Lerby, Ronald Koeman, Gerets, and Ivan Nielsen in every phase of the game, thus isolating great scorer as Kieft and Vanenburg. Defenders defending, organizing the play in midfield and finishing attacks – it was limiting creativity and the usefulness of almost half the team. A well organized opponent was able to reduce the danger coming from 4 players covering the whole field all the time – concentrate on them and pretty much forget the others, for the ball was not going to them anyway and those four no matter how fit and skillful were still defenders and had to keep their minds on defending all the time. Yet, the boys won and it was great – such players deserved to win big, especially Gerets and Lerby, who were getting old. With reservations or without, PSV Eindhoven won the European Champions Cup at last and it was great and largely fair.
This photo pretty much sums the games: the Belgians usually got the ball. The Dutch were late and often lost.
It came to that – obviously superior individually Dutch players failed. Like Ronald Koeman here, missing a penalty. The Dutch mostly failed in midfield – no creativity came out of their midfielders and it was up to Ronald Koeman to surge ahead and try both organizing and finishing attacks. At first PSV played curiously outdated football with strict lines and Lerby so deep back that he was playing more like sweeper than midfielder and from such deep position his long passes ahead became simply too short to create any danger and practically never reached Romario. Meantime Mechelen completely outplayed the Dutch, pressed hard, moved them into entrenched defense and the domination produced 2 goals in 2 minutes. Only after the second goal PSV Eindhoven woke up, but Mechelen, now having to defend themselves were doing it well and tried to go ahead at the first opportunity. With Gerets and Ronald Koeman now constantly attacking, it was became clear that well organized team like Mechelen would take advantage of their absence back. And in the 50th minute all was over – Mechelen scored a third goal. After that the illusionary dominance of PSV Eindhoven ended – and more: only desperate efforts by Lodewijks and Gerets preventged a forth goal and after that two great saves by Lodewijks kept the result ‘only’ 0-3.
PSV Eindhoven lost the Supercup with their most successful team! Hard to judge why: the Supercup never attracted big interest, especially in the big clubs. February is a very odd time for strong team to play relatively unimportant tournament – there is always the ongoing domestic championship in mind, there is an European tournament most likely to look for. Better concentrate on important things and keep players healthy for them. It is not the time to be in peak form. But there was something else – tradition. Back in the 1970s, when PSV Eindhoven had wonderful squad, they won practically nothing on the international scene. They played exciting football, yet, when mattered most they usually failed. It was the same again… great squad, their best international year, but again inconsistency: they lost to inferior Nacional (Montevideo) the Intercontinental Cup and now the Supercup to modest opponent. One would think a club well respected name would be eager to win as much as possible when on top of Europe. Well, they did not.
KV Mechelen won the Supercup. What a story! Modest , internationally almost unknown, they won twice over great Dutch clubs and won the Cup Winners Cup and the Supercup. However, international obscurity somewhat blinds people to what really happened: KV Mechelen was carefully building their greatest ever squad for a number of years, gradually adding good additions and getting stronger and stronger. After their success in the spring of 1988 they acquired Johnny Bosman from Ajax, for example. Michelle Preud’homme was already recognized as a great goalkeeper – although so far a second choice for the national team of Belgium. There were few other national players of Belgium – Emmers, for instance. Erwin Koeman won the 1988 European championship with Holland. The Israeli Ohana was also national team regular. Add the young talent Wilmots. Not an anonymous team, but not full of stars: it was more than decent squad coached by talented and ambitious Aad de Mos – both coach and players aimed to prove their worth. And they did: the Supercup may not have been a very valuable cup, but Dutch second and third raters (Hofkens, Rutjes, den Boer) practically outplayed world-class stars like Ronald Koeman, Vanenburg, not to mention the foreigners. Wonderful victory of the underdog.
Captains Gerets and De Leon in the still peaceful moment before the start of the match.
Then the battle went in earnest.
The game progressed with different success.
Who missed the ball – strikers failing to reach it and score or strikers in defense, failing to deflect a deadly kick?
De Lima beaten by van Beveren.
Romario beaten by De Leon and Sere?
Sere, lucky or not, was the man to watch – so far Gerets, Lerby, and Kieft failed to beat him.
And now Sere saved the shot of van Aerle, but van Breukelen was helpless and 
Gomez made it 7-6 Nacional.
Yet, Sere was equal or may be more deserving hero.
Nacional won the Intercontinental Cup.
Proud winners!
PSV Eindhoven lost dramatically. Standing from left: Gerald Vanenburg, Ronald Koeman, Sören Lerby, Addick Koot, Wim Kieft, Hans van Breukelen. Crouching: Romario, Juul Ellerman, Berry van Aerle, Jan Heintze, Eric Gerets. One may feel sorry for this wonderful squad, but in the same time such a starry team should have been able to beat inferior squad and they did not. Still, it was the greatest season for PSV Eindhoven – but no Intercontinental Cup. They failed to conquer the world and equal Feyenoord and Ajax.
Nacional (Montevideo) – winners against the odds. Standing from left: Ostolaza, Sere, Cardaccio, Tony Gomez, Revelez, de Leon. First row: Vargas, Yubert Lemos, Pintos Saldaña, de Lima, Castro. Trully heroic squad and one should mention again Ostolaza and Sere – the first scored regularly for Nacional during the Copa Libertadores campaign and the second excelled also regularly through the whole year. And both delivered in the last and may be most important match – one scoring both regular goals, the second keeping the ball out of the net during the nerve wrecking penalty-shoot out. Nacional won its 3rd Intercontinental Cup and it was great achievement: Nacional equaled the record of fellow rivals Penarol with 3 Intercontinental Cups – thus, the Uruguayans were the most successful at this level. But unlike Penarol, which played 5 finals and lost 2, Nacional had perfect record: they played 3 finals and won them all. A great victory and time for joy – who would know that will be the last Uruguayan victory of Copa Libertadores and the Intercontinental Cup? From the distance of time it makes it even more memorable and significant… alas, negatively significant: looking at this squad without great players, the future looked bleak for Nacional, for any Uruguayan club. The last international success of Uruguayan club.
Ruben Paz was voted number one in both ‘El Mundo’ and ‘El Pais’ voting. The attacking-playmaker Uruguayan was 29 years old, currently playing for Argentine Racing (Avellaneda). Famous player, no doubt, but consider his position – probably the most beloved and sacred number 10! Wonderful player, but not Maradona or Francescoli. Perhaps not close to Valderrama either. And even somewhat in decline – he came to Racing in 1986, practically dumped by the French Racing (Paris), for which he appeared only 6 times! His compatriot Francescoli moved to the same Racing (Paris) and immediately was a key mover and shaker star player in France – Paz meantime played back in South America.
He was no failure in Avellaneda – on the contrary, he immediately impressed and became perhaps the most important part of something looking like a revival of Racing after 20 years of painful struggle. But Racing did not win the Argentine championship and even did not play in the Copa Libertadores… such was the South American reality. The continental champions practically had only one great player, but Hugo de Leon played only half season because of his heavy injury. Newell’s Old Boys had only promising team in the eyes of the observers and their players were discounted. Other great South American clubs had a poor year and won nothing, so it was painful to select players from them – although it was may be reluctantly done. At the end Ruben Paz somewhat combined the traditional inclination of journalists to vote for strong players from currently successful clubs – Racing was relatively successful and Ruben Paz shined in it. Good for him, but perhaps Hugo de Leon deserved more to be voted Player of the Year – unfortunately, he was just a defender, not dazzling playmaker. And from the other side of spectrum – Romario also played only half the season in South America, moving to Holland in the summer and thus becoming illegible at least for ‘El Pais’. So Carlos Valderrama. So others. Nothing against Ruben Paz, but his major advantage seemingly was playing the whole season in South America.
Substitute Jorge Gabrich scored for the hosts in the 60th minute.
Instant home hero, who replaced Sergio Almiron at half-time. He materialized the hopes of club and fans for winning Copa Libertadores for the first time. However, no other goals were scored in the first leg. Newell’s Old Boys was going with small advantage to Montevideo – but with advantage. Nacional’s coach was sent off in the 51st minute, but that meant nothing – he was not suspended for the second leg.
Newell’s Old Boys emerged on Centenario determined, but…
It was jumping in hell – the stadium was full and entirely against the Argentines. And Nacional did not disappoint its helpful and demanding fans – Ernesto Vargas gave them the lad in the 13th minute.
In the 30th minute Santiago Ostolaza made it 2-0.
Glory to the champions of South America!
This was the best season in the history of Newell’s Old Boys (Rosario) to date – champions of Argentina and vice-champions of South America. Looking at the squad today, one would wonder how come they lost with Batistuta and Sensini, not to mention others, in the line-up – especially losing to almost anonymous Uruguayan squad. But there was nothing irregular in the loss – in fact, it was fair, considering that Nacional already prevailed over the Argentines in earlier stage. The world-famous stars were not world-famous stars yet, but a bunch of bright up and coming youngsters, still lacking experience. They were lucky to reach the final, but were not to be dismissed as just lucky – the success of 1988 was the result of a program started in 1972 by Bernardo Griffa: it was classic and simple program – develop your own talent. The club system was constructed with this aim in mind, taking care of the youth, paying close attention to the kids and introduced every talented one to the first team. The concept paid off in 1988 – it was home-grown team, full of bright youngsters bound to become great stars. As for losing Copa Libertadores – it was sad, of course, but still the biggest achievement of the club to this moment. The only trouble was objective problem: Newell’s Old Boys, as every South American club at that time, had no way of keeping its talent. So, there was no way to stay consistently strong… whatever Europe did not tale, Buenos Aires clubs did.
On the surface – nothing unusual, nothing strange: Nacional is one of the greatest South American clubs. This was their 6th Copa Libertadores final and their 3rd win. Familiar story… Uruguayans were traditionally successful. History and tradition were on their side. Yet, it was brave and unconventional victory, even miraculous – first of all, Uruguayan football was in decline, lacking both money and great talent. By the standards of the club, this vintage was quite plain. The player most praised in 1988 was their goalkeeper Jorge Sere – any bells ringing? No? Of course not and that sums it all. The miracle was Hugo de Leon, practically the only famous player in the team. In his own words, he came back from Spain heavily injured and thinking his career ended. Nacional did not think of hiring him, but he started training and cautiously the club offered him a contract. He was able to play again in the second half of the year and came back with a vengeance: what de Leon gave to the team was leadership, confidence and inspiration. And his ambition boosted the team too – he already won Copa Libertadores twice with Nacional in 1980 and Gremio (Porto Alegre) in 1983. He also felt he had a debt to pay to Nacional, thinking they lost the Intercontinental Cup in 1980 because of his absence (he was already sold to Gremio when they played againt Nottingham Forest). Loyalty made him even more ambitious, including that he was not forgetting Nacional gave him a chance a few months earlier when even he was thinking he was finished. To bring Nacional to victory was not easy at all – again according to de Leon, the situation was very different than in 1980: back then the club had money and a well made experienced team. In 1988 it was pretty modest team, which was largely made a great effort, putting everything aside just to play football. And may be because of that, it was rather unusual Uruguayan team – they played attacking football, constantly pushing ahead. Did not work in the domestic championship, but worked at international level. Hence, the 3rd Libertadores, but de Leon still had a debt to pay: the Intercontinental Cup was missing. He won it once, but not with his beloved Nacional.