Suck it up you horrible, egotistic, cheating, diving spaghetti-haired cunthound.What a night Wednesday was. Over the last several months I've tried to watch as many Barca matches as I could. Make no mistake, I'm still as sore from the final in Paris in 2006 as a workaholic lady of the night, but there is a difference between liking a club and respecting and enjoying the football being played. Their president is a horrible little snide fuck, the attempts to politicize FCB are pretty fucking pathetic. But they play proper football.
Barcelona keep possession like no other team in the world. They move like no other team in the world. They defend like no other team in the world. In Spain, the three players with the most interceptions/tackles are not defenders but Henry, Eto'o and Messi. They defend from the front, the whole team is very compact and plays at a high tempo, winning the ball and then moving it around, tiring the opposition. But not only was this a fantastic victory for the purest expression of football.
As a Gooner, it was great to watch for two reasons: the opposition were over-hyped child eating cuntoids with fans of similar quality to boot, and the involvement of Arsenal old-boys Gio von Bronkhurst and Thierry Henry. After the latter left, it was really strange. The heartbeat and the symbol of the club was gone. But ultimately I'm happy for him, he deserves for all the years of superb service.
In this final, their best qualities were on display. Technical ability, intelligence, and massive fucking cojones. As Sid Lowe points out:
"...This is a celebration not just of the European Cup but an extraordinary season, a historic one. Victory in Rome made it so. It was already special, Barcelona won the league in stunning style, their Bernabéu victory was the biggest in their history and with a week left, they have already scored 104 goals...Barcelona have done it playing wonderful football, inspired by Cruyff, faithful to his legacy."
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