None of this is normal. To repeat: None of this is normal. In the wake of Barça having a wild week in which they exorcised European demons by putting four goals past Bayern, then four past Real Madrid, as we celebrate the feats of this team it is worth, again, saying, that none of this… Continue reading Real Madrid 0, Barça 4, aka ‘What are we seeing here?’
Iniesta is leaving, with all of his beauty and illogical magic
Beauty isn’t supposed to make sense. It is just supposed to exist so that we can marvel at it. In thinking of Andres Iniesta, who today announced that he is retiring from the game, the only thing that comes to mind is that something beautiful and extraordinary is departing the game, in a diminutive colossus… Continue reading Iniesta is leaving, with all of his beauty and illogical magic
So … um … don’t look now but … is that something good?
Optimism is weird. Optimism is infectious. If you’re a properly indoctrinated culer, optimism is not to be trusted. Put another way, four people are at an ice cream parlor in the middle of an ice arena. The four wait staff skate over with perfectly made sundaes, the cascade of ice flecks as they skid to… Continue reading So … um … don’t look now but … is that something good?
Xavi is gone, but the stench of failure remains
In the quarter century that FC Barcelona has held my heart, it is difficult to think of a more grossly mishandled, heartless, incomprehensibly unprofessional situation than the dismissal of Xavi as manager of the men’s first team. It sits at the pinnacle of a mountain of unpreparedness, ego, stupidity and naked ambition, amid a world… Continue reading Xavi is gone, but the stench of failure remains
‘Baby, please go,’ aka Reconsideration and ego
I let you down again / What’s another harmless lie between friends / Now you can’t be disappointed / I thought I gave you just exactly what you wanted These song lyrics, from “Exactly What You Wanted” by Helmet, are so apt in thinking about the suddenly ongoing tenure of Xavi as FC Barcelona manager.… Continue reading ‘Baby, please go,’ aka Reconsideration and ego
Xavi, respect and modern times in an ancient game
Football is old, sometimes seeming timeless. Then as now, pam-pam-pam-pam, ball to boot. The leather boots of the past have been replaced by space-age microfiber things, but football is the same. Another timeless aspect of the game is hope. Supporters, even as they know their team is set for another season of … not success,… Continue reading Xavi, respect and modern times in an ancient game
The ‘Inevitable’ Xavi makes an inevitable decision
Being a returning hero is hard. It isn’t just the burden of expectations. That in and of itself is hard enough. When a hero returns to an institution that he essentially helped raise to glory, the burden can be Sisyphean. For what seemed like eons, for club and country, Xavi was the best midfielder anyone… Continue reading The ‘Inevitable’ Xavi makes an inevitable decision
The Club Has Failed
There is a match this weekend, against Villarreal, but it hardly seems important in the face of a lot more vital things going on in Spanish football. Yes, it is a test for the men’s team against an opponent that will (theoretically) come out to play instead of sit back and kick the crap out… Continue reading The Club Has Failed
It Is As It Ever Was: FC Barcelona 2023-24 Season Preview (Part 2)
In Part 1, I mostly wrote about who has left us, so that leaves me with who has joined us and what any of this means. To dive right in, well, we’ll start with someone who is expected to dive in (and win the ball): Oriol Romeu is 31 years old. This, in and of… Continue reading It Is As It Ever Was: FC Barcelona 2023-24 Season Preview (Part 2)
Getafe 0, Barça 0, aka ‘You get what’s coming to you’
So. A guy tells you as you are walking home from work, “Tomorrow I’m going to kick you in the nuts.” If, while walking home from work the next day you don’t protect ya nuts, any attendant fallout is on you. When Xavi and his charges rolled into Getafe on Sunday, they knew exactly what… Continue reading Getafe 0, Barça 0, aka ‘You get what’s coming to you’