Sometimes, playing football in an attractive way is to play with fire, and Barça does it divinely. Submits the rival to the price of assuming risks. That advanced defense leaves the feeling that, behind the offside line, there is a cliff. If we refer to the league classification table, the business seems round. If we talk about Champions, it is another song, as we knew this week. That the referee, that luck, that the fucking football, whatever they want … but if you receive seven goals in two games you have to make it see.
So far the idea. Risky and attractive, because it looks fun to see Barça. Then comes the collective commitment: when they lose the ball, they run to recover it as if everyone shared the same electrical impulse. They do it in each game, they did it throughout the season because it is one of the pillars of the style.
Finally, proper names, because football is men who play. It is inevitable to start with Pedri, who takes over the games by moving threads as a puppeteer. Leave the impression that it imagins the leather, but the companions are looking for it because giving the ball is like depositing it in the bank, it will return it with interest. Not only takes care of her, but she manages it with a criterion that one, in her ignorance, only discovers when Pedri releases the ball. Like those writers who describe exactly what one feels, only we didn’t know what we felt until we read it. In this more suffocating football, Pedri manages to breathe the plays. When Pedri is in the field, Barça has oxygen to climb Everest running. When you leave, the electrical system falls and the consequences what am I going to tell you.
There is the team, with its dizzy inner game and, when you release the ball, we wake up from the hypnosis session because the ball reaches Lamine Oa Raphinha, two ways to press the accelerator, the first culebreando and the second in a straight line, but the two with the goal between eyebrow and eyebrow. In the last link, Olmo, Fermín, Lewandowski or Ferran expect to complete the work.
This strict football agreement was achieved by a guy who loves control and discipline. As I hear, as a good German. But what he achieved was to get us out of a misunderstanding. Because we have the Germans as a town of machine reflexes that schedule everything. The strength of the prejudice puts Beethoven, Bach, Kant, Nietzsche, Marx, Mann, Einstein or Freud, who without being born in Germany developed his career in that area. Some creativity will be there. That synthesis seems to be in this Barça de Hans-Dieter Flick (with all the names, to give it relief) that, without highlighting in music, philosophy, literature, science or psychology, achieved that this team that at the beginning of the season seemed to be made of pieces would be revealed as a machine that likes and wins more than it loses. It is not that Flick has managed to make a poor man rich, but he did allow the poor to forget his constraints. Good football makes this type of miracles.
A definite style, committed players and permission so that in the last meters the most endowed unleash their imagination. Coach, equipment and superior talents, the old formula with modern rhythm.
The truth is that the Madrid players, who saw the flames of hell appear at the beginning of the week, after seeing the classification of Inter we arrive at the classic with a renewed spirit. If you can win without deserving it, who better?
