This place will never be repeated. Not in this configuration, not in this materiality, not in this context. This venue is unique, unrepeatable — I don’t mean this in a poetic way, it’s a fact. I kept reminding me this every single day, every single match in Toronto. This idea of “Once Upon a Stadium” is one I fell in love almost immediately.
Seems like yesterday we were briefing the team outside the OB-van. There’s almost no snow on the Andes now. Temperatures have risen from the amazing 2ºC to a very popular 28ºC in a matter of days. Less clothes and more smiles. Less teams and more fans. Less matches, much more intensity.
I’ve learned to tell some great jokes from some of them, but I’ve also learned to stay quite and let everything unfold when necessary. I’ve learned on how to have a blast while keeping everything working like a Swiss watch. I’ve learned to stand for my crew, my truck and production, as well as having a conversation with the right people about something that didn’t went as planned.
Hard work shows and pays off. It will only bring you more of its kind. Hard work is a non instant gratification reward system, it’s a grind, a long grueling, non paved road, full of bumps, ups, downs, unwritten laws, no manual, barely any written instructions, a few pirates, a million legends and a whole lot of luck. Luck that has to find you while moving, luck that wants to find you working.
