As an athlete, you structure a training plan. It begins with an ambition. Then comes…
It’s boxing day. Not the traditional kind, but my gloves are on. Why? Because of…
FC Barcelona is one of the best football clubs in the world. FC Barcelona started…
A clean sheet and two goals as the home team strolled to a comfortable w…
“He’s the greatest!” “He’s NOT the greatest!” Being a football fan is being exposed to…
Everything in sport comes down to a moment, sometimes less. Races are lost in hundredths of a second, a moment’s hesitation allows an opponent to get free. A moment is nothing, but sometimes it’s everything.
Barça’s draw to Sevilla came down to a trio of moments, all of which went Sevilla’s way: a Suarez miss, a Bravo misplay and a Pique giveaway. Another time, those plays go differently. Against a lesser opponent, the counterattacks don’t have the precision that Sevilla’s did. But on this day, these three moments were decisive.
More fascinating is that the moments and the resultant mistakes all have roots in how an exceptionally talented player is, which will directly affect the decision that he makes.
Fate owes us.
At the end of what seems an interminable cycle of fear, loathing and heartache, that damsel has some blaugrana debts to pay.
The notion of a team or group of supporters being “due” is an odd one, but for the record and from this chair, Fate owes the hell out of us. And as the team heads for Sevilla tomorrow, 4 points in the Liga lead with 8 matches to go, the Pollyanna in me just refuses to believe that Fate intends to be that cruel.
It has been quite a travail being a culer these past seasons. And whether Job and his trials, Sisyphus and his quest or any other figure of legend you can think of in an analogous fashion, it ain’t been easy. Let’s exclude the difficulties of the board’s own making and just manage things such as illness, death, personal tragedies befalling players and injuries galore. This stuff all combines to leave a culer wondering just when in the hell our beloved club is going to catch a break.
My wife says that I am like a dog. Not in the Messi sense, but in the almost complete lack of history. It’s like when you go out the check the mail, come back and your dog does a happy dance: “You’re HOME! I didn’t think you were EVER coming back! This is the best day ever!”
That lack of history in many ways makes life happy, and complex. Its obvious roots are in the “be here now” worldview that shapes my life path, the lack of a desire to carry the burdens of the past around. But in a more practical sense a lack of history is, in theory, liberating. It also makes me rather ill-equipped to properly assess many aspects of FC Barcelona, in a way.
Does history provide context, or does it hamstring? Can a respect for history veer into a reverence that blinds? This question is in many ways at the core of the debate that culers are having about the direction of the team right now.
FC Barcelona kept a clean sheet, and its lone goal came from a set piece.…
So. The Classic win was immense, leaving Barça with a 4-point lead in the Liga…
After the cheering stops … no sooner have the echoes of the exultant roars of the very last goal dissipated than the ripping at the carcass begins.
Cruijff likes the result, but didn’t like the football. Various post-match recaps describe Barça as more RM-like than RM. Another says that this Classic put the knife well and fully into tika taka, and assuredly killing off that phrase wouldn’t be at all bad. On Revista the topic is the RM resurgence, how they look like a good team again with Luka Modric back.
Which side of the 2-1 scoreline was Barça on, and has it really come down to theoretical football? In the wake of everyone and their mamas talking tactics and formations, it seems that Barça didn’t really play football before 2008. In those Dark Ages the team stomped around the pitch like mastodons, working off cave drawings instead of actual formations.
In the wake of a Classic that Barça won to go 4 points ahead of RM, hunks are being flayed from the team’s hide from all quarters. It doesn’t even matter that the beast isn’t wounded, or damaged in any way. It COULD have been and WILL be.
Mere hours away now, as that weird feeling starts to build. For me, the left corner of my mouth begins to twitch involuntarily, a stress reaction. So let’s think about some stuff, to take our minds off.
A great many things were different when these two teams last squared off. RM was the best team that anyone had ever seen except for maybe Guardiola’s Barça. Ronaldo was BdO rampant and Kroos was daisy-fresh.
On the Barça side of the aisle there was much uncertainty. Suarez started, even though he was nothing approximating match fit or confident, and Enrique was still figuring out the parts that he had to work with.
My, how times change. Time to look at some key battlegrounds for this one, and try to suss what might happen.