¡Visca Barça!

ENG. A group of friends who understand and respect each other, who are not focused on fighting against one another, and not because they hide their problems but rather 'cause they deal with their issues before they go on the field. It's not about the money they make, it's about the enjoyment with which they play their game.

And that from someone who grew up in a baseball playing country! Soccer didn't even figure in my sporting events... But little by little, as I grew up, I began discovering he marvel of that sport in which 22 players run after a black and white ball.

But it's not only that...soccer is also that 93rd minute in which, after losing for 45 minutes and being about to be thrown out of the championship, an impressive pass from Messi makes it to Iniesta's feet and he scores the amazing goal which allows Barcelona to maintain its winning streak. It's a celebration at an English pub in ageneva, Switzerland, where half the bar was watching the Arsenal on one screen and the other half was watching the blaugranas, and in a frenzy of red and blue we all jump from our seats to celebrate Belleti's goal, which finally gave Barcelona the championship for the second time in 14 years! It's those Saturday and Sunday afternoons in the company of family and friends, yelling like crazy in front of the TV, encouraging Messi to score that goal, or those escapades from the office at noon to follow my team during the Champions League games. Uff, it's that 2009 season in which after many emotions, Barça wins cup after cup, breaking all records, winning the three main championships in Spain and Europe!!!!

The emotions are many and the love for the team is immense. It's the happiness of watching the blaugranas playing with a huge smile on their face, dancing to the rhythm of the ball.. It's a well managed team, with lessons to teach even to the best firms (The Economist lo dice: The Catalan Kings).

In the end, it's Barça. And today, let's beat AC Milan! (sorry Juanita)...Visca Barça!

AUTHOR SAMIS

 

ESP. Un grupo de amigos que se entiende, que se respetan, que no tienen rencillas, no porque escondan sus problemas sino porque se arreglan antes de salir a la cancha. No es el dinero que ganan, es la diversión con la que juegan.

¡Y eso que yo crecí en un país beisbolero! El fútbol ni pintaba cuando yo era chiquita, pero poco a poco fui descubriendo la maravilla de ese deporte en el que 22 jugadores van detrás de una pelota.

Y es que no es sólo eso, es ese minuto 93 en el que después de ir perdiendo por 45 minutos y estar a punto de quedar fuera de la final, un impresionante pase de Messi cae en los pies de Iniesta y entra el gol que le permite al azulgrana mantener su racha de victorias (¡si no lo has visto no te lo pierdas!.)

Es un festejo en un pub inglés en Ginebra, Suiza, en el que la mitad del bar mira una pantalla al Arsenal y la otra al Barça y en un frenesí de azules y rojos nos paramos a celebrar el gol de Belleti daba la champions al Barça por segunda vez, ¡después de 14 años! Son esos sábados y domingos por la tarde en compañía de la familia, gritando como locos frente a la tele para que Messi meta ese gol, o esas escapadas al mediodía de la oficina para seguir a mi equipo en la Champions. Uff, es aquella temporada en 2009 en la que después de miles de emociones, el Barça levanta copa tras copa, rompiendo todos los récords, ¡¡¡ganando el triplete Liga-Copa-Champions!!!

Las emociones son muchas y el amor al equipo es grande. Es la vibra, la felicidad de ver a los blaugranas jugando con una sonrisa, bailando al ritmo del balón... Es un equipo bien manejado, con lecciones de management que le serían útiles a cualquier empresa (The Economist lo dice: The Catalan Kings).

En fin, es el Barça. Y hoy, ¡A ganarle al Milan con todo! (sorry Juanita)... Visca Barça!!

AUTOR SAMIS