1925 South American Championship - Final Round

Final Round

Each team played two matches against each of the other teams. Two (2) points were awarded for a win, one (1) point for a draw, and zero (0) points for a defeat.

Team Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts
Argentina 4 3 1 0 11 4 +7 7
Brazil 4 2 1 1 11 9 +2 5
Paraguay 4 0 0 4 4 13 −9 0
Chile 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
Uruguay 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
  • Half-time scores are in brackets

November 29, 1925

Argentina 2 – 0 (1–0) Paraguay Estadio Ministro Brin y Senguel, Buenos Aires
Ref: Ricardo Vallarino (Uruguay)
Seoane 2'
Sánchez 72'

December 6, 1925

Brazil 5 – 2 (3–1) Paraguay Sportivo Barracas Stadium, Buenos Aires
Ref: Gerónimo Rapossi (Argentina)
Filo 16' Rivas 25', 55'
Friedenreich 18'
Lagarto 30', 52'
Nilo 72'

December 13, 1925

Argentina 4 – 1 (1–1) Brazil Sportivo Barracas Stadium, Buenos Aires
Ref: Manuel Chaparro (Paraguay)
Seoane 41', 48', 74' Nilo 22'
Garassini 72'

December 17, 1925

Paraguay 1 – 3 (0–1) Brazil Estadio Ministro Brin y Senguel, Buenos Aires
Ref: Gerónimo Rapossi (Argentina)
Fretes 58' Nilo 30'
Lagarto 57', 61'

December 20, 1925

Paraguay 1 – 3 (1–2) Argentina Estadio Ministro Brin y Senguel, Buenos Aires
Ref: Joaquim Antônio Leite de Castro (Brazil)
Fleitas Solich 15' Tarasconi 22'
Seoane 32'
Irurieta 63'

December 25, 1925

Brazil 2 – 2 (2–1) Argentina Estadio Ministro Brin y Senguel, Buenos Aires
Ref: Manuel Chaparro (Paraguay)
Friedenreich 27' Cerroti 41'
Nilo 30' Seoane 55'

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