It was different," Julian said at last, as though Hiro had asked. "Do you know why?"
"Tell me."
"You know where I learned to play. River." Julian's mouth curved faintly at the word, the way a man's might when he says the name of a house he grew up in. "The Monumental. Eighty thousand people, and every one of them believes the match depends on them. When we scored, the stands moved. I mean they actually moved. You could feel the concrete shake under your boots."
Hiro tried to picture it and found he could not.
"You have never seen a Superclasico week," Julian went on.
