Nothing about the FC Barcelona experience is like a modern club. As grim reailty goes, that is a good place to start. The Camp Nou is, like the team, a construction zone. It’s in too many parts dusty, gray and musty, redolent with a scent that only a romantic would consider history. It’s just old.… Continue reading Barça 0, Bayern Munich 3, aka “There’s hope, but …”
Bayern has a tendency to pop up at seismic times for FC Barcelona. One style of play has reached its end of life? There’s Bayern. The most powerful front three in the game need a showcase? There’s Bayern. A team is reeling from a managerial change and is a psychological mess? There’s Bayern. And now,… Continue reading Barça v Bayern, aka “Not again!”
Imagine if, during election campaign season, Laporta said, “The summer is going to be a salary dump. I will probably have to move Messi on, and a bunch of other players. Bear with me, though, as we get through all of this together.” He still would probably have won, but eyes would have been open.… Continue reading Barça’s transfer window, aka ‘Boulevard of broken dreams’
Emerson Royal, delighted to be a player for FC Barcelona, complete with presentation and giddy signing ceremony, was shipped off to Tottenham in the next-to-last day of the transfer window. His career at his dream club lasted some training sessions, two matches and most of a transfer window. Clubs demand loyalty and set themselves up… Continue reading Ain’t no love when it comes to money. It’s just … money
So much, too much of everything involved with FC Barcelona is full of shit. High-minded, justified shit, but shit nonetheless, entitled blathering in the service of something that should be entertainment but has become the Football Crusades. We’re mad at a kid who’s getting bad advice. So to hell with him. We’re mad at a… Continue reading Barça 2, Getafe 1, “aka We’re all in the mud pit. Welcome.”
Today, August 25, was the day Ousmane Dembele was signed by FC Barcelona. Then, it was thrilling. Today? Not so much. The challenge of any situation such as the one in which Dembele finds himself, failed by a body, probably by physios, certainly by a fanbase in the thrall of a media circus looking for… Continue reading Ousmane Dembele and the joylessness of a dream realized
The thing about new begnnings is the complexity of what was known, what is known and what was hidden. It goes without saying that Messi made a lot of people look better than they are. So players like Antoine Griezmann, who had the crutch of “Well, my best position is where that wee Argentine is,”… Continue reading Two Barça matches and what have we learned?
It seems almost weird to have football beginning at a time such as this, when the club that we follow (those who haven’t become PSG supporters overnight) is reeling from a succession of body blows. Yet a new season begins for FC Barcelona this weekend with La Real, not exactly the opponent that a team… Continue reading New season, new beginnings, aka “Barça dominoes”
For a club that has been a complete and utter shitshow for too long, there was no other way for its greatest player to leave — reluctantly at a teary solo presser. For a club that has been a complete and utter shitshow for too long, that it loses its greatest player to its bitterest… Continue reading It’s official. Messi is gone. Now is our chance to be like Messi and move on.
Money. Everything in football now is about money. It’s also about greed, and ugliness and animus but mostly it’s about money. Lionel Messi is moving to Paris St. Germain. Whether he had to is ultimately for people with vastly more knowledge to sort. What we know is that he is going to the only club… Continue reading And just like that, a legend is gone, aka “Money changes everything”
My wife is weird. At her last full-time job, every year she would decline her annual pay rise in favor of another week of vacation. She had 10 or 12 weeks by the time she left. Most of us would do no such thing. We would take every raise, and look for ways in which… Continue reading Don’t hate the playa, hate the game
Sometimes you sit down to write and the words just flow. Other times you try and try and try. Pedri is confounding that way. Maybe one way to go at it is to think of something you have, something you use every day, that is just right. No, not perfect. Just right. Like you imagine… Continue reading Pedri, aka “We CAN have nice things”