June 20, 2015 Vina del Mar, Chile Day 11 Vina del Mar - no, it's not an Ibiza chillout album, but a Pacific coast resort town two hours away from Santiago. Argentina face the mighty Jamaica here, so I've left my bags in the capital and am sunning myself near the city beach and plush casino as I wait for the Swiss to join me from Valparaiso, only 10 kilometres away.
We cruise the sea front enjoying the summery winter vibes before walking a dozen Italian-restaurant-filled-blocks to the Sausalito Stadium, a 1931-built arena which is beautifully located in natural surroundings. Come to think of it, an Ibiza chillout album would make an ideal soundtrack for our afternoon.
The lads haven't got tickets but they are determined to watch Aguerro, Tevez, Higuain and Messi in action and are willing to cash out if need be. After admiring the stunning views of the stadium from the hill top above I bump into German Charles inside the press area. Charles is a legend. This is his fifth Copa (starting at Paraguay '99) and in 2011 I spent quite a bit of time hanging out with him and attending matches. He kindly presents me with a German Football Federation pin badge, which is a little weird to wear being an Englishman, but is greatly appreciated (and hidden from view when Charles isn't looking). We catch up for a few minutes and then find our way to the press tribune, me carrying Hannes's backpack full of his dirty pants so he has got more chance of getting himself a ticket and into the stadium.
Argentina take the lead early on from Higuain and there seems to be a general consensus in the stadium that this is going to be a big score. Di Maria breaks from his own half and after running 60 yards has his shot cleared off the line. The sunny vibe, thousands of vocal Argentine fans, and compact stadium, which is right on top of the pitch, adds to the atmosphere of the occasion.
But as often happens, this Argentine team isn't quite clicking. Messi constantly demands the ball and does nice simple things but you want him to gamble more. Huge Leicester captain Wes Morgan is bossing things at the back for Jamaica, who even have a period of good pressure themselves in the second half - prompting a chorus of ole! ole! - as Argentina fail to put the game to bed.
And by the way if you think Di Maria is shite after the way he played for Man U last season, then you would instantly change your mind if you saw his almost-zero-backlift shot that smashes the crossbar in the second half. He is Argentina's best player on the day.
Jamaica have done a great job of limiting Argentina. I've enjoyed catching up with my old friend Charles. It has also been amusing watching the sole half dozen Jamaican journos who have travelled out to South America get interviewed by dozens and dozens of different TV and radio broadcasters; becoming minor celebs in their own rights.
At the bus terminal I manage to find the Swiss lads. This is where we part company: Hannes and I off to Easter Island tomorrow, Olie off to the Elqui Valley, and the other lads off north to San Pedro. It has been a class few days. I've really enjoyed the banter, football and partying with the lads.
Back in Santiago after midnight, we book in to a very odd apart-hotel in the centre of the city. It is hard to explain but trust me it is very peculiar. Top to toe in a double it is a couple of very expensive hours of sleep before it's time to jump in a 6am taxi and head to the airport.