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!”
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”
When Barça Femeni got tonked in the 2020 Champions League final by Lyon, it didn’t leave a scar, it started a fire. Sport is fond of the idea of want, which is rather a nebulous thing. You can’t define it, have no idea how to quantify it even as it’s one of those words that… Continue reading Barça rehab, because mentality matters
For so long, in so many forums, there has been talk of “Barça DNA,” of that kind of pure, irresistible thing that defines a club team and how it plays. It’s overused, misused and so often full of shit. But today, Barça Femeni, in wrecking Chelsea 4-0 to win the Women’s Champions League, put that… Continue reading Barça Femeni 4, Chelsea 0, aka ‘a beacon of light’
At the end of it all lay Barça and Real Madrid, united by much more than being eternal rivals and bitter enemies. The two clubs are also joined at the hip by greed, obstinacy and callousness. As the SuperLeague is all but dead even as Florentino Perez insists it will return, like a cinematic villain… Continue reading Silence isn’t always golden
Here’s the weird thing about the European SuperLeague stuff coming at a moment when culers are experiencing this weird thing that is vaguely … what is that feeling again … joy. What’s unsettling is that it’s difficult not to feel culpable, not to feel, as the supporter of a club with so many questionable financial… Continue reading The club you love is one of the SuperLeague 12, so now what?
For years, culers have said that they wouldn’t mind if the team lost, as long as it played the right way. For years, many, including me, questioned the firmness of that resolve, that it would be tested when the team did that and lost. Many, including me, were wrong. Barça was eliminated by Paris St.… Continue reading PSG 1, Barça 1, aka “It’s true, it’s true!”
Dunno. That is the easiest way to answer anyone who might ask about tomorrow’s return leg against Paris St.-Germain. Dunno. Logically, given what happened in the first leg and the seeming disparity between the two sides, another remuntada would appear to be out of the question, but again … Dunno. As a sporting and political… Continue reading Cometh the moment, cometh the team? Dunno.
Yesterday, we looked at how things got so messy. The next question is what to do about it? Next year at training camp, certain FC Barcelona players enter the locker room, and this happens: Eerie music, flies buzz around the room, and out comes the demonic voice. “Get. Out. … Get. Out! GET OUT!” Everybody… Continue reading Okay, Barça is broken. So what next?
As lots of people ask “What happened” at Barça, the answer is so obvious: fear. We can point fingers at poor decisions, institutional rot and all that stuff, but everything comes back to fear — of change, of damaging a project, of killing the golden goose. It’s the same kind of fear that has turned… Continue reading FC Relic, aka “How Barça got like this”
The final score doesn’t bother me as much as the way the final score came about. So many of us went into this match thinking that Barça had something, was going to show something — a spine, a backbone, some sort of readiness to play a knockout tie in the Champions League. So many of… Continue reading Barça 1, PSG 4, aka “Passing of the torch”