Eintracht Frankfurt 3, Barça 2, aka ‘The woodshed is over there’

There is no more elegant way to say it: Barça got its ass kicked. In its own house. The day after, the tizzy in culerdom is that more than 30,000 Frankfurt supporters were in the Camp Nou, how did they get all those tickets, something must be done, blablabla. It’s a lovely, convenient distraction from… Continue reading Eintracht Frankfurt 3, Barça 2, aka ‘The woodshed is over there’

Levante 2, Barça 3, aka “Links and redemption”

Football teams, at their highest-functioning level, are like electrical wiring. Without a complete circuit, something to close the loop, nothing happens. Sometimes that link comes through a player, sometimes a moment that catalyzes the proceedings, but without that linkup, that bit of solder, it’s just a bunch of dead wires. At the end of a… Continue reading Levante 2, Barça 3, aka “Links and redemption”

Femeni at the Camp Nou, aka “Excellence right where it belonged”

It was weird watching that Femeni match in the Camp Nou, weird wrestling with a feeling that was difficult to describe, but one that you didn’t want to let go. And then it hit you. That lump in your throat that usually presages tears, but of joy and wonder and justice at looking at something… Continue reading Femeni at the Camp Nou, aka “Excellence right where it belonged”

Real Madrid 0, Barça 4, aka “Reruns are nice”

When you fire up a movie you’ve seen before, or happen across it while channel surfing and stop, it isn’t because you’re lazy. It’s because sometimes, you just want those feelings again. Manager takes over a Barça team in disarray, works wonders with the psychology, instills a tactical sense and the team takes off like… Continue reading Real Madrid 0, Barça 4, aka “Reruns are nice”

Hello Spotify, farewell illusion, aka “What can we sell next?”

When I came to Barcelona on the heels of that legendary Rivaldo chilena, it was an amazing time. I didn’t know what to think but knew I wanted to be part of it, to feel that emotion, that explosion. Even as I barely knew what “making Europe” meant. That the FC Barcelona president at that… Continue reading Hello Spotify, farewell illusion, aka “What can we sell next?”

Dembele is back, even as he never left, and the games — all of them — continue

Michael Corleone could well have been describing the situation we find ourselves in now with Barça and Ousmane Dembele with the famous line, “Just when I thought I was out … they pull me back in.” When my fingers last touched keyboard on this matter, it was with the assumption that the player was gone.… Continue reading Dembele is back, even as he never left, and the games — all of them — continue