Date: 25 June 1978
Stadium: River Plate Stadium
City: Buenos Aires, 
Argentina
Attendace: 71483
 
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ARGENTINA 3:1 NETHERLANDS
[KEMPES Mario (ARG) 38', NANNINGA Dick (NED) 
82', KEMPES Mario (ARG) 105', BERTONI Daniel (ARG) 116']
Emerging Argentina complete theatrical home story 
In footballing terms, the 1978 FIFA World Cup Argentina? Final may not have 
been the greatest game of all time, but it is still remembered for the passion 
and commitment shown by both sides, and above all the unbelievable atmosphere in 
the Estadio Monumental of Buenos Aires.
The host nation, desperate to win their first title, faced a vastly 
experienced Dutch side playing in their second consecutive final. On paper at 
least, the Dutch were favourites - but that was discounting the influence of the 
passionate home crowd. Right from the outset, it was clear they would play a big 
part in the outcome of the match. 
As the teams emerged from the tunnel, more than 70,000 fans released a 
spectacular mass of confetti and streamers from the stands, covering the whole 
pitch. They were in a frenzy, and over the next two hours roared their team to a 
victory that culminated with captain Daniel Alberto Passarella raising the 
legendary FIFA World Cup trophy skywards.
Gritty not pretty 
The early stages of the game were not exactly pleasing to the eye, but the 
home team's commitment served to encourage the fans, who were convinced they 
would witness the crowning of Cesar Luis Menotti's team.
Yet it was the visitors who had the first clear chance from a set piece. A 
pinpoint cross from the left found Jonny Rep, whose header went agonisingly 
close. Goalkeeper Ubaldo Fillol could only watch as the header left him rooted 
to the spot with the vast majority of the crowd breathing a collective sigh of 
relief.
This rattled the home side but they soon got over the early shock and went in 
search of the opening goal, with a possessed crowd cheering every pass. 
Passarella was the first to get a shot on target but his free kick was no 
trouble for Jan Jongbloed. A minute later Leopoldo Jacinto Luque wasted a 
glorious chance with the goal beckoning.
The Argentinian keeper had played well throughout the tournament, and his 
performance in the final proved he was truly at the top of his game. In the 25th 
minute he somehow managed to get an outstretched hand to a scorching Rep volley 
and turn it round the post. He was clearly in inspirational form, and that save 
sent a message to the Dutch strikers - it would take something special to beat 
him on his day of glory.
The Monumental explodes
The passion and commitment made for a tight struggle, and just as it seemed a 
rather uninspiring first half would end goalless, Argentina struck. Osvaldo 
Ardiles's pass found Leopoldo Luque who in turn picked out Mario Kempes in 
space. He managed to wriggle through the Dutch defence and slip the ball past 
goalkeeper Jongbloed (1-0, 37กไ). It was not pretty, but every goal counts, and 
half-time came with Argentina that little bit closer to lifting the coveted 
trophy.
The second half was a carbon copy of the first. Play was restricted to a 
battle in the middle of the park, with the few half-chances only coming from the 
odd defensive mix-up or the occasional spark of individual flair. 
Enter the executioner 
With Holland lacking in ideas and Argentina defending so well, Ernst Happel 
was forced to look to his bench for inspiration. And that is just what he got. 
In the 59th minute he sent Dick Nanninga on in the hope he would turn the game - 
and he would not disappoint. 
For a while though, despite Happel's change and the relentless efforts of 
Willy and Rene Van de Kerkhof, Rensenbrink and the rest, Holland just could not 
find a way past the resilience of Passarella, Tarantini, and what felt like the 
whole Argentinian nation. As the seconds ticked by, Menotti seemed content with 
the result and instructed his players to sit back and wait for a chance to 
break. Chances were few and far between and the introduction of Rene Houseman 
and Omar Larrosa did little to change things. Luque did come close to latching 
on to a cross, while at the other end Fillol had to deal with a few dangerous 
crosses, but neither side really looked like scoring.
Nanninga silences the Monumental
As the seconds ticked away, Argentina's fans became more and more vociferous 
- convinced the coveted trophy was finally theirs. Yet Holland's experience 
showed through and their perservance finally paid off. An unmarked Nanninga met 
a cross from the right and headed past Fillol to level the scores with only 
eight minutes left on the clock (1-1, 82กไ).
The home crowd was stunned into silence and feared the worst as they watched 
their idols lose their way in a desperately tense finale. Slack marking gave the 
Dutch a glorious chance to win the match but fortune favoured the home side as 
Rensenbrink's shot thudded against the post to the huge relief of a stranded 
Fillol. The whole nation missed a heartbeat.
Extra time breathes new life into Argentina 
This Final was played long before the introduction of the Golden Goal, so the 
teams had to regroup at full time and prepare for another thirty minutes. The 
Argentinian players seemed to heed coach Menotti's pep talk and came out firing 
on all cylinders. Holland, in contrast, appeared on edge - as though the thought 
of falling at the final hurdle, again, was playing on their minds. Whatever the 
reason, they let the home side come at them, and ended up paying the ultimate 
price. Kempes, who had hardly had a touch in the second half, once again proved 
decisive. He latched on to a loose ball in the penalty area, stumbled past two 
defenders, rounded the keeper and pushed the ball over the line to put his team 
in front (2-1, 105กไ). The image of his long hair flowing in the wind and his 
outstretched arms reaching for the sky has come to be a symbol of this historic 
Argentinian success. And there was more to come.
The goal proved to be a body blow for the Dutch who vainly went in search 
of an equaliser, only to leave themselves wide open at the back. Right at the 
death another favourable rebound followed by a neat one-two left Jongbloed 
helpless once again. Bertoni was left unmarked and made no mistake from close 
range to send the crowd to new heights of delirium (3-1, 116กไ). So it was 
Argentina's day, just. They had won their first FIFA World Cup against a Dutch 
side who had come so far without the great Johan Cruyff only to find themselves 
on the losing side yet again. The sight of Passarella lifting the trophy, 
meanwhile, was an unequivocal sign that a new power had emerged in world 
football.