Showing posts with label David Villa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Villa. Show all posts

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Saturday photo


Cool it!

When the going gets tough... the tough cools it.  When the going gets rough... the lame employs an abrasive ghost writer - to write her e-mails. =)  Nah, don't worry, we'll try to never be lame... just always sincerely passionate... and plainly honest - honestly!  :)   

***
Footie talk is cool talk

Alright, Foodball Captain, where are you?  I need someone to write my e-, er, rave with over the second leg of the FC Barcelona vs. Paris Saint-Germain UEFA Champions League quarter final tie in Camp Nou.  :)  That miracle of a 1-1 draw (3-3 on aggregate, and won by Barça on away goals), with an equalizer for Barça care of Pedro Rodriguez who was set up by the injured Lionel Messi, was a thing of absolute beauty - it deserves some raving here. 

In the first leg in Paris, Barça's defense was kind of rattled by PSG's fierce and fast counter-attacks, resulting to a hard-earned 2-2 draw, and an injured hamstring for Leo.  In the second leg, the Catalan defense was struggling completely, and their frontline reduced to a toothless kitten.  With the injured Leo not in Barça's starting XI, the first half and the first 20 minutes or so of
Defeat is uncool... when the big-eared cup is on
the line. Therefore, change the game - win!
(Image credit: Shaun Boterill/Getty Images)
the second half was painful to watch - especially for Leo.  Good thing, Leo and Tito Vilanova had the courage to gamble on the four-time Ballon d'Or winner's injured right hamstring... and their courage was rewarded.  Like a heaven-sent archangel, Leo changed the pace and the fabric of the game when he came on, jolting his teammates from 'sleeprunning' to fierceness, and evoking unacknowledged fear from the visiting Parisians. The Catalan crowd came alive... soon, there was electricity in the air!  With a mesmerizing drib-drib-dribble, Leo created the play, which was kept alive by the all-of-sudden sharp David Villa, and superbly finished by Pedro to an equalizing goal. Bea-bea-beautiful, I tell ya!  


And just like that, Barça moved to the semis... which essentially is going to be a Spain vs. Germany affair:  Real Madrid vs. Borussia Dortmund on the first half and then FC Barcelona vs. Bayern Munich on the other half.  Barça'd better be ready, 'cause the Bavarians are a tough (and rough when needed) lot.  Is it smelling like an El Clasico in Wembley come May 25?  Gosh, speaking of tough... and rough!        

Oh, and that Manchester derby in the Old Trafford a few days back, where ManCity beat ManUnited, 2-1... that was good stuff!  Fast, fast, fast-paced affair that was... and raining with yellow cards, too.  In the end, a serious brawl almost erupted... and it wasn't between Roberto Mancini and Sir Alex Ferguson either.  Yep, tough and rough! 

Yes, yes, and yes, I am sick!  These days I only get to watch football when I'm sick.  Alright, Foodball Captain, where in UEFA's leather ball seam are you hiding?   I want to talk footie here! 

***

Monday, November 21, 2011

A couple more things before going back to work...

...'cause these are 'rather important', y'see. :)
==========================================================
by Philipina A. Marcelo


I do need to post this here... just because I really need some football sustenance, and to make a case to sports (cable) channels to air live La Liga coverage here in Manila. That David Villa monster header via an Isaac Cuenca brilliant cross is something that should be written in gold ink in football history books for extreme awesomeness! And it did collect the fourth goal for FC Barcelona in their 4-0 win against Real Zaragoza in Camp Nou, too. Here, see for yourself...


Now, if that didn't make those Manila sports cable channels owners, who are obviously huge golf fans, waver in their devotion for their kind of green - at the expense of football air time - then... maybe they should get a bigger TV/computer monitor, so they'd have a better appreciation of so much beauty - on my kind of green? :D Otherwise... I therefore conclude that I should move to Spain - soon! Olé, olé! =)

***

Just when I was swearing to high heavens what a beautiful tennis Roger Federer plays, tennis bloggers are, all of a sudden, talking about how RF 'won ugly' against Jo-Wilfried Tsonga in their match at the Barclays ATP Tour Finals in London yesterday! :)

A-ha, so now the Maestro has learned something new... regaining composure against Tsonga when the going gets tough. I hope he remembers that lesson learned when he faces Novak Djokovic at some point. :)

***
Video credit: Thanks, YouTube, for the videolinks.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Busy, but never busy enough...

...to ignore Barça's awesomeness! :)
==============================================================
by Philipina A. Marcelo


You bet, I've been waiting for an excuse good enough to set aside work for a few minutes to drop by here - yes, work on a Sunday night. *sigh*

September has been unkind so far... and I'm praying that it stops harrassing me with work and many other concerns. But it doesn't look like work will let up until the middle of October... so, I'm preparing to coil flat until then. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited about my "lab affairs" lately... but the work involved to keep the "excitement" going while making sure that I stand between the students and the white board - on a regular basis - is horrendous! Aargh, I wish teaching didn't involve too much gear shifting... it's too energy taxing, even when one summons the ideality of Brayton Cycle! Ugh! I know... what a nerdy thing to say - and on a Sunday night, too! Tsk!

But enough about work... at least, for the next few minutes!

***
A thorough and painful sanding of the blade...

Ya know, I'd be lying if I'd say that the FC Barcelona - AC Milan 2-2 draw in their first outing in the Group Stage of the
Strike a pose. Barça's frontline and midfield
figuring out the AC Milan "Pato-esque" surprise.
Champions League - in Camp Nou, no less - didn't shake me a litte bit... especially that it happened after another draw - with Real Sociedad at the Spanish La Liga. Barça conceded a super-early goal on the 24th second after the opening whistle via a superb Alexandre Pato runaway shot that took Victor Valdes - and millions of fans for that matter - by surprise. It was only after the scoreboard confirmed the Pato goal that Javier Mascherano and Sergio Busquets realized what happened - the Brazilian ghosted by them while they were still telling themselves what their roles were at the back. While uncomfortably stunned, the Catalans regrouped immediately and went on their attacking football game, with the forwards and the midfielders
Pato, surprises Barça.
concealing a makeshift defense with fast passing. But Milan wasn't fooled, they kept pushing to exploit the thin defense during the first 15 minutes or so in the first-half, and Barcelona seemed to realize the opponents' awareness of their weak points at the back, and it affected their focus on the attack.

While the Catalans moved forward with one eye at the back, one genius in their side wasn't straying from the goal though. Lionel Messi kept the visitors busy all night, especially Alessandro Nesta, who did well trying to prevent the little bag of football fireworks from exploding. La Pulga set up Pedro Rodriguez for an exciting equalizer, and then David Villa sent a curling shot to the Milanese goal, via free kick, in a fist-pump-evoking beauty! Woohoo! It
Lionel Messi, always superb.
did look like the Catalans were closing Camp Nou last Tuesday with a 2-1 win against the visitors from Milan, keeping ball possession almost all throughout the second half to protect their precarious lead, and trying to penetrate the Milanese defense for a cushion of a goal. But, on stoppage time, Thiago Silva found an "anomalous opportunity" and took his chance against Sergio Busquets via a header winner. That gave the Italian side their second goal and earning them the bragging right of having survived Camp Nou with a 2-2 draw - in their opening match against the reigning European Champs. I have to admit, it was quite a feat! Then again, AC Milan is Italy's best - the 2010-2011 Serie A champions... something that the Catalans seemed to have missed in their "reminders list" before setting out to meet Massimiliano Allegri's side from San Siro.

***
And brilliance blinded the football universe again!

While the season has merely kicked off, for a Barça fan, two consecutive draws in big games was quite worrisome. The Catalans set themselves up in a spectacularly high standards that a draw has become
Fabregas and Messi: megabrilliance.
synonymous to defeat. But, just when pundits started writing-off (would you believe it???) the best club in the business today, the Catalans went on a goal rampage against CA Osasuna over at La Liga. The 2010-2011 Campeones treated their fans at Camp Nou (and elsewhere in the universe) with an 8-0 win. While that, in my opinion, does not make up for that losst opportunity in the AC Milan draw at Camp Nou last week, it did assure fans that the last two draws were anomalies rather than the tone of the Barça symphony this season. Nevermind what unreasonable pundits shove in front of us... and what José Mourinho thinks!

Yep, after a "Pep talk" on complacency in view of the previous two draws, Pep Guardiola loaded his big guns... and the Catalans fired at will in the field - mostly, from Osasuna's half of the field - clearly taking out "complacency" in their game equation. Prompted by Busquets, Dani Alves, who was playing in the right wing (and moving "all-natural" in that position, too, I must add) set the scoring pace with the opening big assist. Lionel Messi picked it up and turned it into an early lead. Cesc Fábregas then completed a nice
David Villa... and his new hairdo are lethal.
Messi assist with a truly lovely volley. Later, David Villa joined the scoring party with a little zigzag here and a kick there. Fábregas then returned the favor to Messi as he set up the Best Football Player in the World to pick up a brace as the first-half closes with Barça tallying five goals, including an own goal from Roversio.

Pep Guardiola's men opened the second-half with "murder" rather than "complacency" in mind. The midfield maestro, Xavi Hernandez, put his boots on scoring mode, and picked up one via a follow-through from a Messi rebound. Fábregas then kicked one to a well-positioned Villa for a seventh goal, and a Villa brace. The Catalans closed the scoring spree by letting
Dani Alves, a pleasant surprise on the right wing.
Lionel Messi give an all-in-one display of footballing prowess with a little help from Cesc Fàbregas, picking up his first hat-trick of the season - to the fans' tingling delight! Barça, Barça, Barçaaaaaaaaa!

Barça will face the current occupant of the La Liga Table top spot, Valencia CF, next. Surely, Valencia will take off shooting to defend their sumptuous rank... but Guardiola's men seem to have been cured from their alleged complacency syndrome that allowed the draw with Real Sociedad and AC Milan. Valencia will push them - hard - and I'm hoping that the Blaugranas will stand their ground... and go on attack - like there's no tomorrow! Visca el Barça!

***
And then there's this and that...

So, after Barça picked up 3 points to better their La Liga Primera Division standing,
If only Mourinho
could cover his (foul)
mouth like that...
more often!
Real Madrid CF fell in the hands of Levante UD via a 0-1 loss, keeping their Liga points nailed at 6 and kicked down to 5th place... for now. Los Blancos opened their match against Levante with the injured Cristiano Ronaldo sitting it out on the bench, and had to finish the match with 10 men as Sami Khedira was shown two yellow cards before half-time.

Always looking for an excuse/scapegoat in defeat, José Mourinho naturally, and most specially, pointed at Khedira as the culprit... before adding his part of the blame, that is - just to avoid Madridistas wrath? And then, as his usual obssession of Barcelona, he said, "All points are important and it's better to lose one game than to draw two. Losing is tougher psychologically than drawing a match, but drawing two is worse than losing one." Sure, sure, Mou... now, would you like vinegar to dip those grapes in... just in case they aren't sour enough? And, oh, oh, by the way, would you please comment on Marcelo's second yellow card (which got converted to red card) for diving during your UEFA meeting with Dinamo Zagreb? :)

The good news is, Mou didn't poke anybody's eye this time. Now, that's an improvement! Looks like the psychiatric division of Real Madrid had been absolutely busy the past how many days. Poor Real Madrid... 'cause they have to put up with a jerk (sorry, can't find a polite term to describe Mourinho) like Mourinho! *sigh* And pity for the Madridistas 'cause they have no choice but to side with a deranged person like Mou, and make all sorts of pathetic excuses in doing so. *sigh*

Over at EPL, the pretty Portuguese tactician, Andre Villas-Boas, suffered his first
Red Devil Nani, impressive!
defeat as Chelsea manager when Sir Alex Ferguson's Red Devils slapped The Blues with a 3-1 win at Old Trafford. While Chelsea went on ferocious attack that was more than impressive, Manchester United's speed and mind-connection-on-the-pitch was on such high level that there was no way for The Blues to match it. While Wayne Rooney went from a brilliant goal to a "say-what??" unbelievable miss, Nani was pure brilliance on the pitch, it was impressive! On the Blues side, while Fernando Torres did play wonderfully, and in fact, clicked with a goal
Fernando Torres, his best wasn't good enough.
in the first half - hurray! - he blew a big opportunity (in a "most unforgettable" fashion, too - not in a good way) a few minutes before the final whistle... which sent Chelsea's confidence (mostly in him) blown to pieces. While ManU's fantastic win was at the expense of Stamford Bridge's pride, the match was a classic in its peculiar ups-and-downs, highs-and-lows, brilliance-and-booboos - one for the books! :) But the way ManU are running these days, they look like a side that is looking to win it all this season! That's good news to all football fans - excitement is in the offing.

Alright, I think that's all the fun I could have today. I have to do something to this threatening flu, while I set out to yet another BIG WEEK of incredible WORKLOAD! *sigh*

***
Photo credits: All photos were grabbed from the Zimbio website - thanks!

Monday, August 29, 2011

Remarkable week of football...

...Barça relentless, and so were Irene and Mina!
====================================================
by Philipina A. Marcelo


Yes, it's been a week of good harvest for Barça. And why not? Now that the new Spanish La Liga season and the Group stage of the UEFA Champions League are kicking off, it might just be the best time to re-establish dominance. Whether or not that was what Pep Guardiola and his men had in mind last week of big days, they brought excitement to the Barça fans and many other followers of the beautiful game. However, work had been brutal for me, there was no time to capture the moment here. Even the extremely rainy Saturday demanded a full day's work... and more! Aaargh! But, hey, some people have to work for a living, and hobby always takes the backseat during brutal times. Reality, baby... and it bites, too! :( The good news is... it's looooong weekend! Yaay! :) And while I got away from work (very) late into the weekend... I'm back in my "happy place"! There will always be (plenty of) time to worry about work - as always. Yaaahoo! =)

***
European Super Cup

So, the 2011 UEFA Champions League winners, FC Barcelona, and the Europa League winners, FC Porto, clashed in Stade Louis II
FC Barcelona and FC Porto vie for the 2011 UEFA
Super Cup at the Stade Louis II in Monaco.
in Monaco last Friday. No, I didn't see it live... only managed to see the highlights after the match while uncoiling from a (very) long day at work so not possible to comment. I read that it was not the "typical" Barça game of exceptional brilliance. It was slow and peppered with mistakes - from both sides... the highlights confirmed that as well. I was on a "what-the..." mode after seeing Pedro Rodriguez waste a great opportunity, losing control of the ball, kicking too soon when the ball was still hanging too high in midair for what could've been a nice finish of an Andres Iniesta assist. But it was easy to forgive him, remembering how efficient he usually is in patrolling his side of the Barça wing. Most of the time, he seemed to be at the right place, at the right time, especially when a goal is crucial. He just needs more confidence in finishing big attacks.

Speaking of confidence, or the lack of it, David Villa was a quarter of a second too late to finish a Lionel Messi pass through five men. It's no secret that Villa has been having a painful "on-again-off-again affair" with his confidence in front of the goal. And the reason, I think, is these days, he usually takes a split second to position himself before firing when the ball arrives at his feet... and that gives defenders and goalkeepers plenty of time to position for a save. He should revive his risk-taking quick moves that baffled many defenders and goalkeepers in World Cup 2010. He shouldn't view himself as the next best thing to Lionel Messi in front
Guardiola's La Masia boys - Iniesta,
Fabregas and Messi: deadly trio.
of the goal. He has an important role in the Barça line-up, and he should trust himself to be the best in that role... simply because, he is the best in that role!

But, yeah, there wasn't much in the match to launch a tired woman to her feet from her seat in the match. But even the most drab of matches will not supress the brilliance of Lionel Messi, that's for sure. Barça's phenomenal "resident genius" shot the first goal on the 39th minute. Picking up a pass from Pedro, who wisely put Andrés Iniesta's steal to safety by entrusting it to their #10, Messi avoided Porto's goalkeeper, Da Silva Helton, and then fired the first goal with no serious challenge. And then, as the match was nearing its close, set up by the stand-in Captain, Iniesta, the enclosed-in-a-circle-of-enemies Messi sent a brilliant pass to Cesc Fabregas, who came on from the bench with only 10 minutes left to play. Barça's new "precious one" caught the spinning ball with his chest for a quick control before volleying to a beautiful finish on the 87th - remarkable! That sealed the hold of the Catalans on the 2011 UEFA Super Cup title with a 2-0 victory over the Portuguese side.

Barça now earned their twelfth title under Pep Guardiola, making
FC Barcelona: 2011 UEFA Champions League
winners + 2011 UEFA Super Cup winners.
the former Barça captain the most successful coach in the Club's history, in terms of titles won, surpassing the coaching achievement of the legendary advocate of total football, Johan Cruyff - Pep's mentor. The victory also made Barça's midfield "High Priest", Xavi Hernandez, the winningest player in Barça's history, with 18 trophies... and earned Fabregas his second trophy in just eleven days since his unveiling in Camp Nou. Awesomeness? Definitely... and the truly big days are yet to come... I hope! :)

In the meatime, congratulations to Barça!!!

***
Little (in stature) yes... and, yet, the biggest (talent) in Europe

Speaking of historical achievements, Lionel Messi - Barça's phenomenal #10 - received the inaugural "UEFA Best Player in Europe Award" in a ceremony held in Monaco last Thursday. He finished way ahead of
Lionel Messi: 2011 UEFA Champions League
winner w/ Barça + 2011 UEFA Best Player in Europe.
runners-up, his teammate, Xavi, and Cristiano Ronaldo of Real Madrid CF - the Spanish La Liga's 2010-2011 Pichichi awardee. Messi garnered 39 votes from the 53 sports journalists in Europe who chose the winner, while Xavi earned 11 votes. The three remaining votes went to Ronaldo. In his usual soft-spoken and thoroughly shy speech after receiving the unique trophy, Messi shared the award with his teammates (which, I suppose, included Guardiola?) and thanked them for their help in making his latest win possible. And, in response to host, CNN's Pedro Pinto's query, La Pulga assured everyone that while his personal trophies are quickly filling out his trophy shelves at home, there surely is enough room for more. Of course, I can imagine how that could be dismaying to many who aspire for the award in the future... at least, within the next six years or so.

The current winner of both FIFA Ballon d'Or Best Player in the World + UEFA Best Player in Europe... Lionel Messi is a "real genius" of football! Congratulations, Leo!

***
"Whoa!" and "uh-oh..." moments at the EPL

Yep, 8-2... that's how awesome, or bad, depending on which team one is supporting, Manchester United and Arsenal's match was at Old
Whoa! Wayne Rooney
hat-trick.
Trafford yesterday! :) One side was "trigger happy", firing at will on the pitch, while the other was completely trashed - obviously! And it was Arsene Wenger who felt "humiliated" after the final whistle sounded, and Wayne Rooney was the one celebrating his latest hat-trick that helped catalpult the Red Devils to the top of the EPL Table! So, yeah, the Gunners went out of the pitch with their man-bag of pride totally drained... they weren't just beaten by Manchested United, they were toyed with on the pitch like they were a bunch of disconcerted golf players who stepped on the wrong field of greens! :) But the truth is, I wasn't sure if Man U was really being absolutely brilliant out there, although there were strong evidences that they were... or if Arsenal was simply just in a "chaotic phase" after losing experienced midfielders in Fabregas and Samir Nasri, and Jack Wilshere and many others being sidelined due to injuries. Hmmm... I guess we'll find out when the Red Devils
Uh-oh... Arsene Wenger and his beautiful boys
faced thorough defeat in Old Trafford.
face the current second place, the
reinforced Roberto Mancini squad, at some point, huh? In the meantine, let's leave Wenger alone with his thoughts - and pray that he could endure it - for now, shall we?

Speaking of Mancini, Machester City, in their own version of "weekend mission enemy demolition", routed Tottenham Hotspur, 5-1, in the latter's very own backyard at White Hart Lane! City's big guns, led by Edin Dzeko, unleashed big ones that choked Harry Redknapp's side, they could only manage to respond once.

And, over at Stamford Bridge, a surprisingly tight and dramatic contest against Norwich City sent Blues striker, Didier Drogba, airborne
Juan Mata, whoa!
on a challege against John Ruddy, was knocked unconscious in midair, and then hit the ground flat in a horrifying thud. Oh, gosh! He was carried out of the pitch on a stretcher, still unconscious, with a breathing instrument strapped on his face. Meanwhile, on a happy note, the new Spanish conquistador on English pitch, former Valencia main man, Juan Mata, debuted in Blues jerseys with a third goal for his side - allowing the Blues to keep home supremacy with a 3-1 win. Ah, here we go, Andre Villas-Boas's response to Mancini's Sergio Aguero, who debuted with a brace of goals? Whatever it is, Mata looked perfectly fitted in the Blues line-up... and his good looks, which make him looked like AVB himself's brother or something, and enthusiasm on the pitch belie the lethal talent that will surely spark more excitement at EPL. I can't wait to see how the EPL Table will go this season.

***
UEFA Champions League... on Group Stage

Hmmm... looks like most Clubs did some overhauling of their sides last summer (Ahem, sorry, Monsieur Wenger, didn't mean to sound insensitive. Please go back to your conversation with yourself now....). Perhaps, to stop FC Barcelona from winning the UEFA Champions League title again this season? I can imagine the sigh of relief from fans after finding out that their teams were not in the same group as Barça after the draw in Monaco. But, it looks like Silvio Berlusconi will have an opportunity to test his hypothesis. The AC Milan "godfather" acknowledges Barça to be the best squad in Europe today. However, in a subtle imitation of José Mourinho's complete lack of subtlety, he thinks that only 50% of Barça's success is due to class, skills and tactics.. and the rest is luck. Uh-hmm.... Well, awesome news for Mr. Berlusconi: AC Milan and Barça are in the same group! :) Please let us know your findings, Mr. Berlusconi (if you survived, that is)! BTW, how's Italy's economy these days? Cheers! :)

Oh, and Group A is a "nightmare" of a group! It has Manchester City, Bayern Munich, Villareal and Napoli! I'm sure these sides are hoping to wake up from the nightmare... and into the Round of Sixteen. Let's see who's better in surviving sleep apnea. Can't wait!

***
Angry females

While New York prepared for the dangerous onslaught of hurricane Irenethis weekend, in Manila, people watched tropical storm, Mina, dampen a torrent of rain during the country's long weekend. Uhm, good thing, it's vacation time for me. The northern provinces of Luzon were badly hit by Mina, leaving many homeless and devastated. The government's initial estimates of agricultural damage alone were at a whopping PhP 880M! Tsk, tsk... y'see, that's why you shouldn't mess with a woman, 'cause she'd blow you away to devastation!

***
Photo credits: All photos were grabbed from the Zimbio website.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Hot moves from Barça...

...and they kept the Joan Gamper Trophy, too.
======================================================
by Philipina A. Marcelo


With no sleep - at all - from the previous night, blame it on 'dedication to work' (yeah, right! ugh!) and killer stomach ache I staggered home on Monday afternoon, checked via BBC World News if the looking-like-he's-stoned strongman Gaddafi had already woken up to reality over there in Libya (hmm, still stubbornly holding on to power), and then I prepared to hit the bed - at 5 pm. I passed out before my back hit the linens! *sigh* I was barely aware of the pounding rain late in the night... and at about 2:00 AM, an image of Lionel Messi shooting a beautiful goal past Iker Casillas, with the on-his-knees Cristiano Ronaldo at his heel - from the Supercopa final - pulled me back to consciousness. Dang, live telecast of the Joan Gamper Trophy final at Camp Nou! Naturally, that hit me like a caffeine punch! And so, morning prayers, and then... game on!

After Cesc Fabregas hit his first "grown-up goal" for FC Barcelona - the first of five by Pep Guardiola's side's rout of Italy's SSC Napoli - to help Barça claim their 35th Joan Gamper Trophy, I got the feeling that it was going to be a fun night - well, early morning here in Manila. And it was! :)

***
Five "smash hits"... and they're up, up, and away!

Barça marched on the pitch with "the other little genius", Andrés Iniesta,
Captain Iniesta, flying high!
wearing the captain's arm band. Of course, the "pale assassin" looked every inch "it", too - nice touch there, Pep! :) Cesc was in the first XI, with Manuel Pinto manning the Barça goal, and the brilliant young fellow, Thiago Alcantara, roaming the midfield. While the Barça first XI mainstays from last season - David Villa spearheading the attack crew, Gerard Piqué, leading the defense crew with Adriano sharing the responsibility - were in the first XI, there was no Messi or a Xavi to send the "usual" anxiety to the men from Italy. If the fans had any doubt on Pep Guardiola's Joan Gamper campaign first XI, it wasn't at all obvious. I was excited to see them "dance" on the Camp Nou pitch, "just a friendly" match notwithstanding. And they did, too - dance on the pitch!

The 2:00 AM priceless fun began with a Fabregas goal on the 25th minute. Set up by Iniesta and fed by Adriano (who was playing like a Dani Alves + Javier Mascherano out there) with a solid assist via a graceful cross, Cesc got away from his marker and fired the first goal! Aw, gosh... what can I say, all of us
Cesc Fabregas, making his first goal in Blaugrana
shirt... as a grown-up.
know he will be brilliant in whatever shirt he'd choose to wear, right? It's just that he's best suited with a Blaugrana shirt. :) Barça did great doing all they could to get this brilliant culé back in Camp Nou, that's for sure. While I think it was worth the long wait, I will always feel a little bit sad for Arsene Wenger and Arsenal, of course, as I'm sure Cesc is, especially after that Gunners loss in the hands of the visiting Liverpool squad at The Emirates Stadium last weekend. Oh, dear... but, I guess... a culé will always be a culé and it's heart will always be restless until it's settled at home: Camp Nou.

Picking up where Cesc left off, Seydou Keita went for help from Captain Iniesta, sending a long pass to the "pale assassin" behind him before speeding towards the goal, through a crack in the Napoli defense. With the most perfect timing possible, he then jumped for a beautiful header to send a well-calculated Iniesta overhead return that completely eluded Napoli's goalkeeper, Morgan De Sanctis.
Seydou Keita, heading a big one home - lovely.
Just fantastic! The men went to half-time break with the score at 2-0, for Barça.

In the second-half, several Blaugrana attempts merely collided with the Napoli goal's frame, including two big ones from Pedro Rodríguez... and it sent Guardiola's mouth open in disbelief! While errors mounted, it didn't look like Napoli were about to give Barça a chase... although I'm sure they were trying. Nevertheless, Guardiola loaded the deadly Barça gun with his "big bullets". Lionel Messi came on for Cesc Fabregas - to the loud cheers from fans, appreciation for Cesc, excitement for La Pulga's entry. Later, the "High Priest of Midfield", Xavi, came on for Thiago, and the fans went ecstatic! :)

Messi made his presence felt right away with a curved free-kick shot over a five-man wall that was intercepted by De Sanctis... but not to
Messi & Pedro: deadly bullets, thriller when together.
safety. The quick-as-a-bullet Pedro caught the rebound and gave it a powerful header to find the back of the goal, redeeming himself beautifully from his previous uncharacteristic misses, 3-0. That was followed quickly by a beautiful Messi-to-Xavi on-the-run pass through heavy traffic going into the Napoli thoroughfare. Xavi, with his usual "20/20 vision" and precision passing, zeroed in and fired to the speeding Pedro on the left wing. Pedro caught the ball beautifully, ran with it fast and pretty before issuing a delectable cross that Messi brought home to an incredible finish, 4-0! Too awesome! Camp Nou went crazy... and so did I!

Not contented with a 4-0 lead, Barça kept going. The last goal was scored by the Camp Nou's "resident genius", Lionel Messi, in keeping with Barça's relentless overachieving attitude - almost to the "embarrasment" of Club President, Sandro Rosell, in deference to the visitors. :) Messi drove home a nice through-ball from Eric Abidal with his fave left kick on a nimble "mini jump" from the left side of the goal through two defenders - too cute, it was a delight to watch! :)

***
What the (exciting) future holds... at least, from one fan's point of view

Hmmm... looks like Barça is "coming together" now for the season. They were totally "in the zone" out there... unlike in both legs of their Supercopa tie with Real Madrid CF in the previous week where they were merely being their natural brilliant selves, but lacking in their usual fantastic rhythm as an extraordinary team on the pitch. But, apparently, that was enough to beat Los Blancos though, even when the Mourinho men brought
Guardiola's vision: "Something new, something old."
This season's Barça is all about "variety" - in attack.
their for-desperate-measure "destroyers" game with them! :) I guess I'm just one "very spoiled" Barça fan who has gotten so used to entertaining football to come with brilliant winning everytime the Blaugranas step on the pitch.

What is exciting about Barça's showing today is that the latest line-up (which includes the all-of-a-sudden looking like "all grown-up" Sergi Roberto and Andreu Fontàs from Barça B!), with their solid talents and the flexibility of most to perform well in various roles, will give Pep Guardiola lots of attacking options - hopefully, better than last season, when Pep struggled to fill in injury-induced gaps in his First XI in crucial matches. But Pep's strength as a coach is his being such a visionary playmaker - a natural gift Barça sharpened during Pep's own time as the squad's playmaker and captain. Pep could "tweak" and take advantage of his men's talents by making traditional positions in conventional formation on the pitch as flexible avenues for his men to be creative - and effective, too. Rather than weakening in the face of injury-induced deprivation of his line-up's stalwarts, that approach gave his team the element of surprise that proved hard enough to figure out for most clubs they faced - yes, including Real Madrid! Now, with that strategy and with more capable men in his stable, he could, yet again, revolutionize football - Barça style. So, yeah, lots of reasons to fix my work sked to tolerate "reasonable busyness" only so there'd be "enough time" to enjoy fave hobby - appreciating Barça football! :)

All the best, Pep! All the best, Barça!

Alright, that's all the fun I could have today. Back to work....

***
Photo credits: Photos were grabbed from the Zimbio website - thanks!

Thursday, May 19, 2011

The Djoker is in, but RF still...

...is the best - for me!
================================================
by Philipina A. Marcelo


I know, I know, I just put my money on Novak Djokovic to grab the Numero Uno spot in Men's tennis ranking within the next three Grand Slams two days ago, and here I am proclaiming RF as "the best". No, no, I'm not contradicting myself here... I'm just offering two separate arguments while I insist on looking at one subject matter on men's tennis in two different ways.

***
The hotness of the Djoke is no joke

Forget "red hot"! Novak Djokovic is a ball of raging flames, ravaging everything in its way, regardless of ranks and stature in the tennis world! He's already destroyed the Number One Man in men's tennis today, Rafa Nadal - four tournament finals in a row... twice in hard courts where Rafa just successfully asserted "ownership" by winning the US Open for the first time last year, and twice in clay courts where Rafa is King. Unheard of? Totally! Scary? Definitely! Exciting? ABSOLUTELY!

I think it all began from that five-set epic of a semi-final megabattle with Roger Federer in Flushing Meadows last year, which he won! Although, initially I thought it was just another one of those growing list of "megasigns" of a Federer "decline" in the rankings rather than the beginning of The Djoker Era. After all, there's still that fiery warrior from Mallorca who was picking up where El Maestro left off in the Tennis History books... and he's only just begun. We were yet to see the "Nadal Years" where the limelight of tennis will be solely on Rafa, weren't we?

Perhaps, I was just all wrapped up in my "approaching" post-Federer "active worship" that I set aside the impending Djokovic domination as an I'll-deal-with-you-later-please-wait issue... especially after El Maestro emerged victorious in the ATP Season Finale in London in November 2010 where he battled the rest of the Top 8 in the Men's ranking. I was like, "Whoa, the man's libido for winning was revived! Yowser!" Of course, I was ecstatic! The other thing is, I'd like to give Rafa his time of day... okay, a few years, actually. I think that after those many years of patiently playing "Robin" to Federer's "Batman" in the Men's rankings, he deserves longer time at the top, too. He's worked so hard to improve his game - his serve, making adjustments in his phenomenal clay court game to adapt to grass and hard courts, steadying his overall physical health to put injuries to minimum so he can participate in year-long tours to accumulate ranking points. He did whatever it took to deserve the top spot. And so, when he did ascend to #1 in the World, it was a delight to see as well.

But, after Novak Djokovic captained and carried his Serbian National Team to Davis Cup victory in December 2010, he became this ball of fire that kept raging, and raging, and raging! Now, he's on an incredible 37-0 run in 2011 so far, with all the ranking greats actively running with him - Nadal, Federer, Andy Murray and Robin Soderling to name a few... all have been playing at the very top of their game to quench the Djokovic fire, but their efforts seemed to have fanned the flame to bigger fire instead! He's unstoppable! He goes down on points in the court, but he pulls himself up over and over again... and goes on to win each time! He's in-form for complete domination - physically and mentally. Who can stop him when he believes that he can win it all? And he's winning 'em all, too! Incredible!

Therefore, it is inevitable that Novak Djokovic will rise to the top. It's only a matter of time now... sooner than the tennis world could have ever expected or imagined. After all, Rafa Nadal has barely warmed his Number One in the World seat. And, yeah, I'd bet on The Djoker, too... regardless of my wanting for a longer Nadal reign. But is Novak Djokovic the best now? That remains to be seen.

***
The best... although not the top guy

Is that possible at all? Sure... said I! :)

I was just watching again the semi-final match between Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal in Madrid two weeks ago, and it still sent my heart pounding! Fantastic match! Federer may have been surpassed in the men's tennis ranking, but the most incredibly beautiful tennis he still plays today is unsurpassed - not even by the longest reigning King of Clay himself, Rafa Nadal! And for me, that's the basis of being the best. Okay, okay... I know, I need to explain this.

The reason why Federer is not on top in the rankings today is because of the growing frequency of big match losses to his name lately. But, does that diminish his greatness as a tennis player. I say, no. But does that remove him as the best tennis player today? Maybe, but only maybe. While the ability to win matches is one measure of being the best, it isn't the only one. RF still refuses to compromise his beautiful game to beat raging bulls like Rafa Nadal, and now that ball of fire called Novak Djokovic, who both figured out that the best way to beat Roger Federer is to force him to abandon his beautiful tennis... because chances are, he wouldn't, and he'd fight to keep it... and that's how he loses the match. On court, RF fights to keep his tennis rather than try to beat his opponent. He asserts his beautiful game rather than asserting himself to his opponent. While it's painful to see him lose, it's still fantastic to see all those wonderful shots that come from his racquet - those that could only come from his racquet. I'm not sure if he cared about losing as much as he used to though. As RF's mother, Lynette Federer, who admitted that she used to not able to withstand watching RF play tennis on court because it was nerve-wracking for her. But she admits now that she can watch RF play on court and enjoy it, too, because "he doesn't have to win every match anymore."

And so, El Maestro still weaves the Federer genius spell on court. He "accelerates" his graceful glides on court to return shots, but he rarely breaks into a savage "sprint" to scavenge for points. If it was an "ugly point", he'd let it go. He is always looking for that dream-like perfect shots that only his genius mind could conjure, patiently sets up a play to make them happen, and execute them when opportunity arises, while his opponents - who look for a win - take every shot, and all sorts of shots, to gain points from him. And this is the reason why, when you watch him play (and you listen to commentators, too), the loudest clap of appreciation and the loudest ooohs and aaahs of fascination are from the Federer racquet... that, to me, is the bigger measure of being the best. Who can make tennis a sport worth loving? Who can make moves that leave spectator breathless and make tennis such a unique sport because of those breathtaking shotmaking? Who can make those shots that register in the mind and resides there for a long, long time... even in the minds of other players, who unconsciously copy them in their own game? Example: tweener winners. And he does all of that in a quiet manner that belies the genius behind all his moves.

However, these days, the score board shows RF at the losing end, especially when he is battling Nadal - the point scavenging machine, or Djokovic - the hungriest for winning to finally deserve his time of day, too. But Nadal has never been described as "genius" or "maestro" or "a sublime talent"... instead he is often called a "fighter"... because that's what he is. He "fights" with all his heart to win. A Nadal game on court has never been a display of "genius", but rather an exciting "struggle", a heart-thumping "fight" for winning. Is that enough to be called "the best" though? I don't think so... but that could be enough to bring one to the very top of the rankings, and even on the pages of sports history books.

And, perhaps, my fascination for Federer-like lyrical moves on tennis court is the reason why I am inclined to support Novak Djokovic, next to Roger Federer. He plays with a touch of beauty in his shots and a kind of grace in his glides that are similar to Roger's. The difference is that he adds a little more power, of the Nadal variety, to his shots that compromises some of the beauty, and runs with a tad of ruggedness that chips off some from the grace... but the combination of which effectively gets the job done... and the score board shows it, too. At this early stage of the top-spot-snatching point in his career though, perhaps the compromise could be excused. One has to reach the top first before orchestrating a symphony of shotmaking beauty. Ask Roger, he knows! And, maybe he's the only one who does! As for our Mallorcan Warrior, unfortunately, it seems that that day may never come for him... he seems to have reached his peak chasing RF in the rankings rather than when he took his seat at the very top. It hardly is fair, too.

While you may argue that the guy who gets things done to win is the best, I'd say the best is not quantifiable by points or ranks. The guy who accumulates the highest point is the "top guy", but he isn't necessarily the best. But Djokovic has a lot of potential... and he is showing now that he is capable and willing to fine-tune his game to perfection. So, who knows, he might get to be "the best" at some point, too. As for now, El Maestro is still the best - for me.

***
RF should learn from Pep Guardiola and Barҫa

Because I am usually 99% passion and 1% human being... I like romantic guys. :) Uhmm... yeah, we're still talking sports here! =) This is why I support Pep Guardiola and FC Barcelona, and Roger Federer, because they all play their respective sport with a vivid touch of romanticism - too beautiful, too breathtaking. Aaaaah.... sports, sports, sports - we're talking sports! :)

When Barҫa plays, they "dance" on the pitch in a beautifully Pep Guardiola-choreographed tiki-taka, with Xavi leading, and everyone else following his lead. There is no savageness in their movements, there's only grace and awesome coordination that result in blinding speed of play and usually unforgettable goalmaking care of Lionel Messi and David Villa, or Pedro Rodriguez and Ibrahim Affellay, or Andrés Iniesta and Xavi Hernandez himself. They are that all-skills and genius lot, and just a little bit of muscular strength. And it leaves you in awe how those diminutive figures of theirs could afford win after win on the pitch against physically towering opponents of massive muscular arsenal!

With his encyclopedic mind that could spew tennis records and history highlights faster than a ball machine could, you can tell, Roger Federer loves tennis. When he plays on whatever surface, his feet touch the court in featherlike softness. The beauty by which he twists his body in mid-air to send the ball down the line in a blinding speed with not so much as a quiet swoosh is mesmerizing. The beauty by which he bends his knees to get his body on a graceful angle to scoop the ball from the ground and then power it for a perfect blistering one-handed backhand shot is unbelievable. Without him, people might mistake tennis as a war of amply clothed medium-sized wrestlers who looked akward as they wield their racquets in a seemingly savage fury. Federer makes "finesse" synonymous to tennis in a truly classy way - a total brilliance.

When Pep Guardiola talks about his La Masia "upbringing", he glows... and its beautiful to see. When he talks about La Masia's products in the likes of Xavi Hernandez, Andrés Iniesta and Lionel Messi, he ascends somewhere high and beautiful, and he takes you there with him, and it renews your love for football to an even higher level as well. But Pep is a brilliant manager, too - practical and wise. Playing beautifully is his second nature, and it's plain to see how he's passed on that DNA to his players. But Guardiola also understands that winning is the passport to allow his side to keep playing beautifully. And so, while he asserts Barҫa's brand of beautiful football in all their matches, he makes sure that he takes care of business first - winning. And he makes use of his beautiful football to claim victory rather than just an impressive display of pure genius on the pitch. He understands that for the world to appreciate Barҫa's beautiful football, he has got to show that the beauty is a mighty weapon that can cut opponents to pieces as well. And so, the beauty becomes brilliance, and brilliance becomes a phenomenon... a phenomenon that his Barҫa is today.

Roger Federer's love for tennis is undeniable, and his insistence to play beautiful tennis on court is unmistakable. However, these days, he seemed to have relegated winning to layers of folds below his priorities when he steps on court. Like Lynette Federer, maybe he believes he doesn't have to win matches anymore. And maybe that's reasonable, too, after all he's set so many records already... the ones that Nadal, Djokovic and the others have set out to surpass. But, where's the fun in that? If winning becomes a "non-goal", then the beauty of his tennis gets marred by the ugliness of losing... until it no longer is recognizable for the beauty that it is.

Therefore, if Roger Federer is no longer as interested in winning the way he used to some years ago as many suspect, he owes it to tennis fans to preserve the memory of the beautiful tennis that he created, and allow tennis fans to savor in their memory that breathtaking symphony of tennis pure brilliance that he has orchestrated when winning was still a practical business... by finally hanging his racquet on the wall. To just sit back while others try to reach the mark of greatness that he has set so high, even he is finding it quite a labor to reach when his mind is not 100% into competitive tennis. But if he decides to keep playing, he should do as Pep Guardiola and his Barҫa does: business first... winning first.

***
Another example of best vs. top

Forgive me, but I just have to do this: Lionel Messi vs. Cristiano Ronaldo in best vs. top.

With four more matches to play in the La Liga title race three weeks ago, Lionel Messi had accumulated 31 goals, helping put FC Barcelona in an almost-victory situation, with 8 points above second place Real Madrid FC in the points tally. Ronaldo had 29 goals at this stage. In the latter part of the season, both Barҫa and Real Madrid got into the UEFA Champions League where they faced each other in the semi-finals. In the first leg of their tie, Messi scored two magnificent goals, one of them of absolute brilliance that wowed the whole football universe! Uhm, ahem, ahem... with the exception of Pele, maybe. But more importantly, the brace almost ensured Barҫa's advance to the finals with a 2-0 score card ahead of the second leg. Messi didn't score in the second leg, which they drew at 1-1, but neither did Ronaldo score. And yet, Messi's brace from the first leg brought Barҫa to the final with a 3-1 score on aggregate.

With the La Liga title almost in the bag now, the Catalans then shifted greater focus on the UEFA final. Messi lied low on goal scoring in La Liga, even made "to rest" a couple of times, perhaps, to avoid injuries in preparation for the Champions League final... after all, all they needed was to draw all four remaining matches to win the title, making Real Madrid's hope next to impossibility. It was at this stage when, curiously, Cristiano Ronaldo started going on goal rampage, accumulating 9 goals in three matches, and effectively leapfrogging Messi by 7 goals after three matches. Some of the 9 goals were from free kicks as a lot more in his previous 29 goals. On the other hand, with two more matches to play, Barҫa sealed their hold on the La Liga title, claiming the third of their three-in-a-row La Liga Primera Division title under Pep Guardiola.

With Messi's 31 goals, Barҫa moved on to lift the La Liga Campiones trophy, and with the record-breaking 38+ goals of Ronaldo, Real Madrid had to settle for second place... but Ronaldo will surely go on to win the individual award, the Pichichi, as top goal scorer in La Liga for the season.

Ronaldo may be winning the top individual prize, but it didn't bring victory to his team. He may have scored the most number of goals (many of which are from free kicks, I must stress again), but their impact is nothing compared to Messi's spectacular goals at critical moments that helped win his squad the championship. Ronaldo gets the job done to ensure being at the top of individual glory, but Messi consistently brings on his individual magic to blend with that of Barҫa's collective brilliance to help carry his squad to victory, which matters more, because football is a team sport. Therefore, being on top, is not always a guarantee of being the best. It is the critical points you earn, the manner by which the points were earned, and the quality of the points you earn that make you the best.


***
Photo credits: All photos were grabbed from Zimbio - thanks.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

All business...

...as usual!
=============================================
by Philipina A. Marcelo


And so the illustrious Kings of Donbass Arena fell in the hands of their hesitant conquerors from Catalonia in the second leg of their quarter-final UEFA Champions League tie. 1-0 in Donbass, 6-1 on aggregate... the Catalans did what no other European side have managed to do over the past couple of years now: beat Shakhtar Donetsk FC in Donbass Arena in a European competition... and in a fashion most awesome, worthy of mention in football records, too. The Catalans received nothing but respect and admiration from the Donbass miners led by their brilliant head coach, Mircea Lucesco. Even the Pitmen fanatics in Donbass were happy to see the best football player in the world today - Lionel Messi - re-write the football book of records in their very own oh, so daunting football field.

***
Serious business for the 'big boys'

No, Barҫa wasn't looking to bring the Pitmen on their knees. After that 5-1 first leg quarter-final win in Camp Nou six days earlier, they were simply "taking care of business" in Donbass. The business was to secure a slot in the "last four" of the UEFA Champions League, and to augment their confidence going into the Spanish La Liga's 'El Clásico' on the weekend at the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium. And so, the Catalans tried to dictate the pace of the game from the very start, and it was a blindingly fast-paced game, too! Josep Guardiola's and Lucesco's men took off - full throttle - as soon as the referee blew his whistle. They left no chance whatsoever for restroom breaks! The Pitmen obviously loved that pace, and they totally stepped on the gas - matching Barҫa every exciting step of the way, reiterating their ownership of Donbass. Soon, they appeared to be in the driver's seat. Their game plan was clear: get into the goalmaking business the soonest possible time, and try to force a miracle of making five goals in 90 minutes, with Barҫa remaining without a goal all night! They made it appear like it was doable by creating a dizzying slew of chances for themselves to score early on in the match! If the Catalan defenders appeared to have had a momentary dizzy spell care of Shakhtar's inspired aggression, Victor Valdes was not one to get dizzy though. Valdes protected the Barcelona goal with speed, agility and ferocity like he was the best goalie in the history of football, constantly forcing a frustrated shake-of-the-head from Lucesco! Valdes's beautiful but I'm-on-my-limit-here-guys-so-please-let's-get-our-defensive-act-together moves and Pep Guardiola's to-the-rescue instructions urgently yelled from the sidelines, sent a strong message to the rest of Azulgrana's first 11 to tighten the defensive wall. Quickly, Barҫa was on it, with Xavi Hernandez - the team captain - taking charge...a change in tactic: defend from the front.

As the early Shakhtar storm of goal attempts started to wear down, thanks to the very consistent Valdes and the go-ahead-try-us-it's-your-shin tough stance of the defence crew, which was reinforced by a menacing midfield, Catalonia's first 11 resumed business. They slowly rotated in front, converting defense-up-front to ferocious attacks. Soon the Catalans were firing at will! Lionel Messi was at the point of the spear, David Villa at his wing, and Ibrahim Affelay serving as "the other" surprising triggerman. Affelay, of course, was one of Pep Guardiola's yet-another-ace-up-my-sleeve-because-I-can-afford-it winks at the 'old wily cat' Lucesco. Sweet! And Lucesco probably thought Andres Iniesta's yellow card in the first leg would hurt the Catalans's chances in Donbass. Nope! Even without Iniesta, the Catalan attacks were solid and ferocious that Shakhtar was forced to slowly back off, feeling the heat. The pace went from blinding to are-you-guys-for-real blinding, and the excitement level went from whoa! to a killer, killer, killer pounds on the chest! At some point, even the referee who had all his instruments out to follow the incredibly fast-paced action took a tumble! The Donbass crowd, feeling the pressure on the Pitmen, also stepped up - cheering from the depth of their passion and lust for football! Shakhtar was willed by their fans to response to Barҫa's tough attacks, and they did so with raw adrenalin rush.

The rest of the first half of the match was a pull-push in the tie, with the young Shakhtar crew pushed to their limit and the Catalans having their hands full containing the fast-and-furious bullish Pitmen. Both Lucesco and Guardiola were on their feet - designing strategies on-the-spot to outdo the other side. And, so the two sides were engaged in "dynamic" strategy making, sending the players flying, and it was absolutely exciting! And then, in a moment of frenzied attack-defend, push-pull between the two sides, about two minutes before half-time, that "tricky" little genius from Argentina slipped through a trio of markers. While all was busy containing one another's marked men, Messi received a beautiful pass from a sprinting Dani Alves. He then went zigzagging around busy thoroughfare towards the Shakhtar goal. After breathtaking seconds of beautiful Messi moves, he slotted his 48th goal of the season against the dumbfounded Andriy Pyatov and a band of Shakhtar defender - to the dismay of the rest of the struggling Pitmen! While Shakhtar reeled from the sting of Messi's strike, knowing that their quest for a first UEFA Champions League title just slipped their precarious grasp for sure, the rest of the Catalan warriors knew they have moved to the semi-finals. The business deal sealed! And they celebrated like they have, indeed, moved to the semis! :)

The Catalan's first-half goal was extra-sweet in that Lionel Messi, who is this season's UEFA Champions League highest scorer so far with 9 goals, just surpassed a Club record for the most number of goals in one season. The Barcelona "talisman" has also equaled the global record for the most number of goals in one season. Even Pep Guardiola, aware of the significance of that goal, saluted Messi - pointing to him with a nod and a knowing smile. Even the Donbass crowd also showed appreciation, and understandably so! While Messi may have soured their team's Champions League aspirations, they were a part of football history unfolding right in their very own hallowed football ground. I was glad that from thousands of miles away, I was a part of it, too! :)

***
Little boys at play

When it was clear that all sorts of danger to unhinge the Barcelona hold on one of the four UEFA Champions League semi-final slots have been taken care of, Pep Guardiola started pulling out his first eleven from the Donbass field. Obviously, he was saving them for the big task come weekend in Santiago Bernabéu Stadium - the clash with Real Madrid CF in the first of four El Clásicos within three weeks. Shortly, with about 25 more minutes to play, the Barcelona side was dominated by substitutes. It was interesting though that Guardiola retained Dani Alves, Ibrahim Afellay and Lionel Messi in the field. Later, it became apparent to me what his intentions may have been. He was trying to help Lionel Messi thoroughly re-write history by surpassing even the global record of most goals in one season, and perhaps, reaching his half-century of goals in the season - all in the same match. And if Leo was to do that, Guardiola was wishing he'd do it in Donbass... not to spite the Pitmen, but to honor the hallowed grounds of Donbass - home of the next best squad in European football today, in my opinion - as a venue for such an awesome feat! But if he were to retain Messi in that dangerous field where Lucesco's men were still hotly gunning to, at least, retain their kingship in their home stadium notwithstanding the sweetness of a Messi record, Messi would need reliable wing men. Thus, Dani Alves and Ibrahim Afellay's extended stay in the field.

If Guardiola thought Lionel Messi had the smallest ounce of selfishness in his footballer's blood to use the energy and aggression of his peppered-with-substitute-and-therefore-have-nothing-to-lose side though, he was wrong! Lionel Messi, didn't own up to his stardom - once again. He chose to be a playmaker for Barcelona instead, stealing balls even from the fingertips of Pyatov and passing it to an open teammate for a goal. At one point, he went for an assist for Ibrahim Afellay in the latter's what could have been a moment of greatness. He stole the ball from a crowd of hungry boys and sped towards the goal, leaving a number of Pitmen struggling to catch up behind him to no avail. He aimed at Afellay, who matched his speed a few meters up front. As Adriy Pyatov went low to spring at Messi's strike, Messi passed the ball to Afellay who knew exactly what to do. Unfortunately, Pyatov have learned his lesson from Messi already and was quite ready for a shift to stop Afellay's assault. He stretched to prevent Guardiola's third trigger from causing a 2-0 Barcelona domination in Donbass, only to give Dani Alves a chance to kick the loose ball with brute force towards the goal from the midfield - he missed. It was a beautiful playmaking that even Pep Guardiola gave his men two thumbs up. While it didn't complete to a goal, the Catalans didn't even show disappoinment. They knew what business they came to accomplish, and they also knew that, at that point, the business deal was all wrapped up and in the bag... and they were ready to head back to Barcelona... and on to Bernabéu in the weekend with a 6-1 win on them against Ukraine's best! :) In the meantime, they were treating themselves to the sweetness of little boys' play - they deserved it, too! Even Pep Guardiola was indulging them. :)

***
Girls just wanna have fun

Oh, by the way, this may be unrelated, but I love the Catalans's away jersey! They look lovely in them, too - soft color over tough muscles! Aaaaw... :) Well, what can I say... hmmm, "while the boys took care of business, the girls were having fun"? :) That's just the way it goes, I think... and it feels just right as well! ;)

***
Photo credits: All photos were grabbed from Zimbio - thanks! :)