2024-10-27 03:01:00
Football has a truth that art lacks: there is no such thing as false prestige. It is a credit to the reputation that must be displayed every week. But you have to believe that prestige. Barcelona believes it. It is seen and recognized. It is liked. He knows it. Without playing an excellent game, he took it to Real Madrid with that elegant interpretation of offensive football (especially in the second half) sustained by the beauty of well-known gestures: possession of the ball, a fake, a break, a dribble. A perhaps excessive victory, against a “merengue” team that had numerous scoring chances in the first half. The second part was something else. A sustained 0-4 in an immense Pedri, well accompanied by Casadó, and the incisive nose of Lewandowski (on two occasions) to change the game. A night where Lamine Yamal was missing, despite his goal, and Mbappe and Vinicius, surprisingly blurred given the number of scoring opportunities.
Without being their best night, the classic was won by “beautiful” football. That football ignored by the contempt for the ideologues of tactical scientism. It is known that every team needs a certain strategic behavior, but how many tactical variants can a team support? Believe me: not many.
Once again, individualities changed everything, and took away the long hours of boredom with the “blablabla” of television talk shows, and the false postmodern prophets of today’s football. Barcelona knows it. He has known this since the 90s, when he opted for individuality and high-end transversal football, passing, non-negotiably, through the little ball and its variants. The rest is part of the story and the business.
Journalist, former Vélez player, Spanish clubs and 1979 world champion