My cycling discipline is sprinting. Essentially, 12 seconds of all-out effort, then the nearest chair.… Read the postLuis Suarez, right and wrong decisions and sheer spite
Gazing over the smoldering wreckage of Copa hopes and dreams in the wake of a… Read the postSevilla 2, Barça 0, aka “Outeverythinged but hey, statistics”
Quit is one of those weird words that is so often bandied about in sport,… Read the postGranada 3, Barça 5, aka “What the hell just happened?”
Football doesn’t care about you. Football doesn’t love you. Football, if it were a spouse… Read the postBarça, elections and unrequited love
It’s all so normal now. Griezmann scored his second goal of the match in the… Read the postBarca 2, Athletic Club 3, aka “It was always going to be this”
There are some of you old-timers from when this blog was The Offside/Barcelona, that might… Read the postAt long last, it’s Dembele’s first season
Nostalgia is one of the purest human conditions. It’s unavoidable. The problem with looking back… Read the postHuesca 0, Barça 1, aka “We want what we used to have”
Have you ever assembled something from IKEA? It’s the easiest thing in the world, but… Read the postBarça IKEA, complete with screws and spare parts
Every manager sucks, until they don’t. If you think about it, managers are like chefs.… Read the postBarça 2, Valencia 2, aka “Is a chef only as good as his ingredients?”
This was it. All that work, all those missed chances, and this was it. Alexander… Read the postBarça 2, La Real 1, aka “With a clang and a whimper”
Last week Carles Tusquets, the man in charge of turning the lights on and off… Read the postCadiz 2, Barça 1, aka “Same stuff, different day”
While the import of both is nowhere near equal, it’s odd how the United States… Read the postElections, politics and who to trust