This absurd hope that I now feel, dear reader, with an expiration time, 9 at night, without statistics or logic to support it (the Spanish has won 3 times in the last 50 years in Can Barça, nine since 1929 in League), will accompany me all my life, however. It’s useless, but it justifies the love of football. Until the derby starts, anything is possible.
It’s not the best day to go back to Camp Nou, or what remains of that modern stadium that was, the day the trumpets of the Paradise touch and values, the day in which the euphoria for the arrival of the Messiah Xavi overflows, the prophet’s hegira, though Mr. Hernandez would then be the prophet of the prophet (of the goal), which is what they called Johan cruyff. Or the prophet of the prophet of the prophet, if we count to Guardiola, who clapped his first derby of League at the Camp Nou with two bald chicharros from De la Peña.
Bad day to quit smoking and win away for the first time in the League, parakeets. Neither double-edged sword nor milk. Too long since the last day to think about the game with this date FIFA. Too many compliments to Raúl de Tomás (or were they to Luis Enrique by selecting it from bounce?). Too close together in the table, tied for points. Too much of an egg.
And yet, these days of pax layetana have enlightened me. We ran out of derby (it happened 5 times and we are still here) and nothing happened. And I have realized that we no longer need this kick, so frustrating almost always: I will continue to want them to slap even in the Gamper, but this tingling turned into a disease as soon as the game begins is not necessary. In bad weather, good face, I’ll only see the positive. Teeth, teeth, it said Elena, to the endless possession, to the home refereeing, to the hostile stand and to the final result. Let the others rage. Like the cinema, which according to Fellini is useless, but distracts us: losing against Barça is not going to bring us more problems than we already have. The Barcelona derby, finally, is like an aperitif, like a romantic comedy, like this little article. It is useless, but my crazy illusion seeks the beauty of useless things that sometimes move the world.
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