So, I’d been hearing more and more about the Club América women’s team, Club América Femenil, and figured it was high time I actually went to see them play live. Watching on screens is one thing, but being there is totally different, you know?
Making the Decision and Getting Tickets
It wasn’t exactly a spur-of-the-moment thing. I kept putting it off, thinking it’d be complicated. Finally, a buddy mentioned they had a game coming up, and I thought, right, let’s do this. Getting the tickets took a bit more effort than I expected. It wasn’t like just logging onto the main site like for the men’s team. I had to dig around a bit, ask some people who’d been before. Eventually found out the right way to grab them, but yeah, it was a minor hurdle.
Game Day: Heading Out
The day of the match rolled around. Pulled out an old América shirt – gotta represent, right? It wasn’t at the giant Estadio Azteca this time, which honestly, I was okay with. They were playing at the facilities over at Coapa, I think. Smaller venue, felt a bit more old-school, closer to the action.
Getting there was standard Mexico City traffic stuff, nothing unusual. Found parking, made my way towards the entrance. You could already hear the buzz starting to build.
The Atmosphere and The Match
Inside, the vibe was really cool. It was passionate, definitely. Lots of yellow and blue everywhere. But it felt different from the men’s games I’ve been to. Maybe a bit more family-oriented, less of that intense pressure cooker feel, but still plenty loud when something exciting happened.
- People were really engaged with the game.
- Lots of chanting, but maybe not quite as overwhelming.
- You could actually hear the players calling out sometimes.
Then the game started. Honestly, I was impressed. The technical skill on display was top-notch. They moved the ball quickly, played with a lot of intensity. Alison González had a couple of really good runs, always looked like a threat when she got the ball. There was this one sequence, must have been midway through the second half, where they strung together like ten passes under pressure near the opponent’s box. Didn’t result in a goal, but it was beautiful football to watch.
You see things differently live. The speed of play, the physicality, the communication between players – stuff that gets lost on camera. The commitment was clear, every tackle, every sprint.
Final Thoughts
We walked out of there after the final whistle, and I just felt really satisfied. It was just a great football experience. Good crowd, skilled players giving it their all, and a decent result for the home team too, which always helps! It wasn’t overly complicated, just pure enjoyment of the sport. Definitely made me want to follow them more closely and catch more games in person. Glad I finally stopped putting it off and just went.
