Futbol Club Barcelona

[Jordi]

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Original aus Zoolander:

Durch die spektakären WII Verkaufszahlen gabs dann dieses nette gif:

bevors später vom Fußball vereinnahmt wurde:

und dann kam gnegeri aus dem barcaforum und hat deine variante erarbeitet.

Ich find die einfach herrlich

[Jorly]

Die Arsenal-Variante war mir schon bekannt

Aja, sie haben Post!

[Altacher]

Schau mir gerade das Spiel Barca-Osasouna an. Gab gerade ne Rote Karte für Barca (unberechtigt mMn) und Barca ist 1:0 hinten (80').

Das ganze Stadion schwingt etz weiße Tücher, was hat das zu bedeuten?

[Rijkaard]

Das vorisek kommen muss, weil sonst geht da gar nichts .

[Altacher]

Das vorisek kommen muss, weil sonst geht da gar nichts .

Soso ^^

Nein jetzt mal im ernst, was wollen sie damit bezwecken?

[chinomoreno]

Soso ^^

Nein jetzt mal im ernst, was wollen sie damit bezwecken?

Unmut über den Schiedsrichter ausdrücken.

[Jorly]

Wunderbarer Artikel von Sid über Andrésito:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/2009/ma...nchester-united

Iniesta graduates from cameo role to take centre stage at Barcelona

Sid Lowe explains how Andrés Iniesta has fulfilled his manager's vision by becoming the mainstay of Barcelona's all-star team

The clock was running down. Time slipped away from Barcelona as they launched yet another attack. Into the penalty area once more. A tiny, pale midfielder hovered, waiting on the edge. The ball was pulled back. No room to control it. No touch to steady himself. An instant shot, beyond the goalkeeper into the net. Goal! Arms in the air, a screaming sprint to the touchline and Andrés Iniesta was buried under a pile of bodies.

No, not Stamford Bridge on 6 May 2009, but Camp Nou a decade earlier – 21 July 1999, the Nike Premier Cup final: the under-15 club world cup. Iniesta was 14. Captain and player of the tournament, he had just scored an extra-time winner against Rosario Central. The man who presented a shy boy with his trophies shook his hand and whispered: "In a few years' time, I'll be watching you do the same from the stands."

He was wrong. When Iniesta repeated the feat in London, Josep "Pep" Guardiola was watching from the bench. "If anyone deserved that goal, it's Andrés," the Barcelona coach insists. "He always moans that he doesn't score enough, as if with everything else he does, he has to get goals too. Tonight he settled his debt for ever."

Guardiola, captain of Barcelona's early-90s Dream Team, was Iniesta's hero. The youngster pinned a poster of him next to his bunk at La Masía – the Catalan farmhouse and Barça residence that stands in the mighty shadow of Camp Nou. Only Catherine Zeta Jones and Michael Laudrup could compete for the space. What Iniesta did not realise was how quickly he was becoming Guardiola's hero, too, how completely he won over his future coach.

It took a little longer to win over others, but now he has. Definitively, absolutely, irrevocably. And not just because of that goal at Stamford Bridge. Now, Iniesta is the apple of everyone's eye, even in Madrid where uniquely he is a Barcelona player you are allowed to love. The campaign builds for him to be short-listed for the Ballon d'Or, a poll has him second only to Leo Messi as La Liga's best and Sir Alex Ferguson admits that, actually, it is Iniesta he most fears. "When I said Iniesta was the world's best, you laughed. Now you can see I'm right," Samuel Eto'o says with a smile.

Guardiola could see it years ago. It is his commitment to Iniesta that has, in part, forced others to see it. "One fundamental change this season is that for the first time Iniesta has been handed full responsibility," argues Felip Vivanco from the newspaper La Vanguardia. Too long confined to cameos, he has taken centre stage.

Barcelona have won many matches without him – Iniesta has endured two spells out injured – but it is not entirely coincidental that since the opening day Barça have lost just three matches and Iniesta missed them all. Small wonder fans are desperate for him to be fit for ­Wednesday. Doubts continue but the prognosis remains positive.

No one feels more need than Guardiola: when he said Iniesta deserved the goal, he meant it. Iniesta had joined Barça aged 12 and people were already talking about Andrésito (little Andres). On the advice of his brother Pere, Guardiola watched him and reported that he had seen a 14-year-old who "reads the game better than me", a tiny lad with touch, pace and vision. Soon, Iniesta's Guardiola poster was replaced by a signed photograph dedicated to "the best player I've ever seen".

On the day Iniesta was called to train with the first-team squad, he could not find the dressing room. Luis Enrique was sent out to find him. Wide-eyed, the 16-year-old thought it was a joke, yet Guardiola was deadly serious when he told team-mates: "Remember this day – the day you first played with Andrés." Pulling Xavi Hernández aside he said: "You're going to retire me. This lad is going to retire us all."

The beauty for Barcelona has been enjoying all three together. One of the secrets of success is continuity, the clarity and commitment with which Barça follow Johan Cruyff's model of pass and move. It is embodied by its midfielders. Guardiola was the prototype, Xavi and Iniesta its custodians. "We are," Iniesta and Xavi agree, "sons of the system."

"Guardiola and Iniesta make Barcelona," says Ferguson. "Rather than their forwards, it's their midfield you have to watch."

And yet Iniesta's game is natural, too. Asked if Iniesta was a born footballer, Guardiola replies: "No, he was already a good player in his mother's womb." Iniesta says: "I play like I always did. At Barcelona you learn loads but it comes out in an improvised way."

Iniesta's style means using his size, or lack of it, as an advantage. "You learn to be sharper, cleverer," he explains. "Small players learn to be intuitive, to anticipate, to protect the ball. A guy who weighs 90 kilos doesn't move like one who weighs 60. In the playground I always played against much bigger kids and I always wanted the ball. Without it, I feel lost."

Everything Barcelona do is through the ball. Their defensive record is the best in Spain not because they have the best defenders, but because they dominate possession, limiting exposure by nurturing the ball.

Iniesta can do the other kind of defending as well: when he played at the base of Barcelona's midfield, his anticipation and awareness won him more possession than any player in La Liga, destroying the "lightweight" cliches. "He is the complete footballer. He can attack and defend, he creates and scores," says Spain coach Vicente del Bosque, while Frank Rijkaard adds: "I played him as a false winger, central midfielder, deep midfielder and just behind the striker and he was always excellent."

That was part of the problem. Jack of all trades and master of them all, Iniesta was one of the few Barcelona players to emerge from last season with his reputation enhanced and became the only Spain player to play every game at Euro 2008. But for so long his versatility played against him.

So too did his timidity. Iniesta was raised in Fuentealbilla, population 1,864, Albacete province, the stereotypical no-man's land on Spain's arid central plain. They say "Albacete, cágate y vete" – have a dump and get out of there – but Iniesta admits he "cried rivers" the day he departed for La Masía. So much did he miss his parents that when they visited not only did he stay with them, he slept in their bed. One Catalan journalist recalls being warned not to ask about his family because he was liable to burst into tears.

Iniesta's father, José Antonio, still carries a photograph of a little kid in dungarees, a ball under his foot. There is no mistaking the identity: Andrés has hardly changed. Some felt he needed to. Startlingly plain, in a dressing room of egos, he shied away. Too often he played out of position or sat on the bench to accommodate others. One occasion was the 2006 Champions League final. If, as he expects, he is declared fit, missing this year is unthinkable.

Some felt Iniesta needed to be more streetwise; others that he required media backing, someone to champion him. "Iniesta is easily Spain's most complete player. He has everything," Xavi says. "Well, nearly everything – he needs media backing." A pigmentation problem leaves him so pale that the running joke on Catalan TV is that he's a glow worm – the children's toy whose face glows in the dark. Quiet, discreet, a man who admits "discos are not my thing," ­others have handed him the ironic title of "Party King".

"I can't imagine I've been left out because I'm 'only' Andrés Iniesta, or because I'm the quiet one," Iniesta said just over a year ago. But many suspected that was exactly what happened and privately he was unhappy. Bit by bit, though, he built a watertight case and, while he could still be moved around, last season he could no longer be ignored – finishing the year with the fifth highest average rating in Spain.

Then Guardiola arrived, the man who even before he took over had eulogised a man on "a different sphere." Iniesta, he said, "is so good, he deserves to play so, so much, and yet he never complains". Backed at last, his lack of an ego now became a virtue. "Everything, but every­thing, he does makes his team-mates better players," says one of Guardiola's closest collaborators.

Guardiola made Iniesta a fundamental pillar and the results have been spectacular: the has the best average rating in the league, the newspaper El País defining him simply as "Nureyev". United have taken note. "I'm not obsessed with Messi, Iniesta is the danger," Ferguson says. "He's fantastic. He makes the team work. The way he finds passes, his movement and ability to create space is incredible. He's so important for Barcelona."

"Andrés doesn't dye his hair, doesn't wear earrings and hasn't got any tattoos. That makes him unattractive to the media, but he's the best," Guardiola said recently. "Sadly, a humble, discreet footballer doesn't sell like one who's loud," adds Lorenzo Serra Ferrer, his first coach. "He's always been good: it surprises me that it's taken so long for people to discover him." Goalkeeper Víctor Valdés agrees, pointedly greeting questions about Iniesta's season with a curt: "Andrés has been the best for years."

Now, he has been well and truly discovered: "When you're this good even your own discretion can't hide your talent," insists one columnist. In fact, Iniesta's mumbling, monotone, unremarkable quietness, once a problem, has ended up making him even more of a star. He has become, as the lead singer of Estopa puts it, "an anti-hero". Being underrated so long has helped him be even more highly rated now; his lack of a selling point has become his selling point; the absence of charm, his charm.

Failing to stand out makes him stand out. The fact that he is so thoroughly decent, so impossible to dislike, is part of his armoury. Phrases like "humble genius", "fantasy without the flashiness", and "the simple star" have become an admiring media's stock in trade.

The pale, quiet, small-town boy has become a hero for his humility, for his football, and of course for that goal. As one overcome columnist put it after Stamford Bridge: "We now know that there is a footballing God. His name is Andrés, he is shy, he is from Albacete and last night he made me cry." Above all, though, he made Pep Guardiola proud.

Und gleich noch einer über Piqué:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/2009/ma...hampions-league

Gerard Piqué is back at Camp Nou, the man with Barcelona in his DNA

The 22-year-old defender has come of age since leaving Manchester United for his boyhood club

Thieves had stolen Gerard Piqué's satellite dish four times before Greater Manchester police clicked that the people putting them up were the same people taking them down again. For the young Manchester United signing it was a drama – yet another link to Barcelona stolen from him, a lifeline severed for someone growing ever more homesick. After all, he says: "I was at Manchester United and, sure, it was fantastic, but I was very young, I wasn't playing, I was stuck in the house, I missed my family and it was eating away at my head."

Monday-night poker with Nemanja Vidic, Wayne Rooney, Rio Ferdinand and Wes Brown was not enough; nor were the running battles with his neighbour Patrice Evra or the support of Michael ­Carrick, whom he describes as "the perfect gentle­man". There was only one thing for it. When the Barcelona president Joan Laporta bumped into Piqué's mother and he asked how the young man was doing in England, the reply said it all: "Desperate to come back".

When Piqué had joined United at 17 Laporta was furious, vowing that he would never return. Four years later, the wound had healed. It was time to bring the defender home.

A mistake against Bolton, when Piqué allowed Nicolas Anelka to score, hardly helped, but it was flirting with his former club that brought his fleeting Old Trafford career to a premature end. The second that Ferguson got wind of discussions, Piqué disappeared from the United team. Missing last season's Champions League semi-final against Barcelona, despite ­Vidic's absence, was particularly hurtful. The Scot threatened to prevent his departure but relented and, delighted, Piqué eventually rejoined Barca for £5m.

If United, blessed with Ferdinand and Vidic, have barely missed him, it has proven a bargain for the Catalans. At 22 and with Rafael Márquez, Gabriel Milito, Carles Puyol and Martín Cáceres ahead of him, Piqué was not expected to be a central figure – not yet, at least. But after a season that he describes as being "better than I dared imagine"‚ he appears to be accelerating towards superstardom.

Piqué has everything to be the perfect cult commodity. The son of a wealthy Catalan family, his father is a lawyer, his mother the director of a prestigious ­spinal injuries institute. He also has been a Barca soci (member) since the day he was born. He is tall, blue-eyed and handsome, impeccably turned out, intelligent and sharp, with a hint of mischief about him. One-liners punctuate his appearances before the press, practical jokes his presence in the dressing room. He may have been back at Barcelona for less than 12 months but already Piqué is a leader. A ring-leader.

"Piqué," says one insider, "has got 'future captain' written all over him." In the final weeks in particular he has become indispensable, playing more Champions League minutes than anyone else and earning an international call-up at the Santiago Bernabéu. He scored too, and repeated the feat upon returning there against Real Madrid, grabbing the sixth in Barcelona's biggest-ever victory over their bitter rivals as he strode out to start and finish a 70-yard move.

That night he won the ball nine times without committing a single foul, but it is Piqué's ability to carry the ball forward that has really set him apart over the past month, during which time he has gone from erratic kid to "The New Kaiser", with one Catalan newspaper dubbing him "Piquénbauer". As time slipped agonisingly away at Stamford Bridge, it was Piqué who constantly began attacks; and in the Copa del Rey final, it was Piqué who invariably set Barcelona on their way.

"At no other team does the centre-back attack like here," he says, reflecting the message drummed into him since he was a kid. "I was here for eight years before joining United. Barca is in my DNA. I've been a Barcelona fan since I was born, I grew up with Barcelona and my entire family are Barcelona fans."

Piqué's grandfather was even a club director, and one day he invited Barcelona's coach Louis van Gaal to lunch. "This," he said, introducing the young Gerard, "is my grandson – a centre-back for Barcelona's youth team." Van Gaal looked at Piqué and, without warning, pushed him over. Towering above the 14- year-old, he barked: "You're too weak to be a Barcelona defender."

He was probably right. But for United, Piqué's presence in Wednesday's Champions League final would be unthinkable. "United made me a footballer," Piqué admits. Not that the Old Trafford regime was always perfect. "Every fortnight United measured our body fat and you'd be amazed how many top players practically broke the machine because their diet was beer and burgers," he says with a laugh. "And the gaffer spoke a very Scottish kind of English that might as well have been Chinese."

Roy Keane, meanwhile, terrified him. On one occasion, Piqué's mobile started vibrating in the dressing room. Keane went ballistic, ripping clothes from their pegs, rummaging in pockets, screaming that he would kill the man responsible. Luckily, it rang off before Keane reached Piqué's trousers. A relieved man, he told friends he had never felt closer to death.

As the club prepares to face United, Piqué admits that the text messages with former team-mates have dried up, but he is still in a privileged position. "I know all of Cristiano Ronaldo's tricks," he says. "Mind you," he admits, "that's no guarantee. Ronaldo is even more complete than Messi. He is quick, strong, good in the area and has a great shot. And, just like Messi, even if you know every move, he always has one up his sleeve. If he scores, he could leave me looking like an idiot."

Two months ago, it would have looked like an uneven battle; not so now. And if Piqué can control his former team-mates, Barcelona will have gained a major advantage. He will also draw closer to a unique record: no player has won successive European Cups with different teams.

"Last season I was in the stands, this year I'm playing – I feel much more part of it," Piqué says. "Besides, while I'm very grateful to United, there's no comparison. This time, I will be playing for my real team. Ask any fan wearing a Barca shirt in Rome what they're feeling and I'll be feeling exactly the same. I'll be doing it for them. This time, I'll be doing it for Barcelona. My Barcelona."

bearbeitet 25. Mai 2009 von Jorly

[Frogga]

Marc Muniesa ist im Kader für das Champions League Finale!!!

Wenn das so ist, dann könnte er nächstes Jahr durchaus schon hochgezogen werden!

[rahzel]

Respekt an Xavi für seine Worte über den Volltrottel Piqué.

[chinomoreno]

Respekt an Xavi für seine Worte über den Volltrottel Piqué.

Wäre nett gewesen, wenn in den vergangenen beiden Jahren einige Real-Helden die selbe Größe gehabt hätten, aber man kann ja nicht alles haben. bearbeitet 25. Mai 2009 von chinomoreno

[rahzel]

Wäre nett gewesen, wenn in den vergangenen beiden Jahren einige Real-Helden die selbe Größe gehabt hätten, aber man kann ja nicht alles erwarten.

Ich erinnere mich nur an Cannavaro, als er nach seiner ersten Saison bei uns mit den Fans mitgemacht hat. Dem Weltfußballer des Jahres, der am Ende seiner Karriere steht, muss man nichts mehr für seinen Weg mitgeben. Der bleibt ein Koffer. Einem Jungen muss man das aber beibringen. Trotzdem muss man glaube ich überhaupt nicht über Größe bei Real Madrid diskuttieren, wenn man sich das Verhalten von Raul oder Casillas über die letzten Jahre ansieht.

[chinomoreno]

Ich erinnere mich nur an Cannavaro, als er nach seiner ersten Saison bei uns mit den Fans mitgemacht hat. Dem Weltfußballer des Jahres, der am Ende seiner Karriere steht, muss man nichts mehr für seinen Weg mitgeben. Der bleibt ein Koffer. Einem Jungen muss man das aber beibringen. Trotzdem muss man glaube ich überhaupt nicht über Größe bei Real Madrid diskuttieren, wenn man sich das Verhalten von Raul oder Casillas über die letzten Jahre ansieht.

Die netten Laporta-Gesänge seitens der Real-Spieler inklusive der beiden genannten(damals von AS und Marca mit großer Begeisterung auf Video festgehalten) vom letzten Jahr wären da noch erwähnenswert.

Irgendwie interessant, dass in beiden Fällen keine Reaktionen aus Barcelona kamen, aber Real bzw. die Madrider Hofpresse jetzt(und damals bei Eto'o natürlich, der als Schwerverbrecher dargestellt wurde) eine Riesensache daraus machen. Naja, auch ein Weg, um von eigenen Problemen abzulenken.

[rahzel]

Die netten Laporta-Gesänge seitens der Real-Spieler inklusive der beiden genannten(damals von AS und Marca mit großer Begeisterung auf Video festgehalten) vom letzten Jahr wären da noch erwähnenswert.

Muss ehrlich sagen, dass ich keine Ahnung habe, wovon du sprichst. Ich habe von diesen Gesängen absolut gar nichts gehört. Worum genau geht es?

Irgendwie interessant, dass in beiden Fällen keine Reaktionen aus Barcelona kamen, aber Real bzw. die Madrider Hofpresse jetzt(und damals bei Eto'o natürlich, der als Schwerverbrecher dargestellt wurde) eine Riesensache daraus machen. Naja, auch ein Weg, um von eigenen Problemen abzulenken.

Zwischen Club und Presse darf aber auch trennen, ja? Mir ist es ehrlich gesagt egal, was Marca und AS schreiben, dafür muss sich auch niemand vom Club verantworten. Aso, genau in Madrid wird von Problemen abgelenkt? Das glaubst du doch selbst nicht.

bearbeitet 25. Mai 2009 von rahzel

[chinomoreno]

Muss ehrlich sagen, dass ich keine Ahnung habe, wovon du sprichst. Ich habe von diesen Gesängen absolut gar nichts gehört. Worum genau geht es?

U.a.: http://www.corazonblanco.com/los_campeones...-51-12689-1.htm Kann mich damals auch noch an einige Liedchen in Richtung des vor dem Pasillo-Clásico gesperrten Eto'o erinnern. Aber wie gesagt, Diskussion gab es darüber keine, höchstens ein paar Randnotizen bei MD oder Sport, wenn man sich in Madrid aber gekränkt fühlt, immer. Anscheinend braucht man das.

Zwischen Club und Presse darf aber auch trennen, ja? Mir ist es ehrlich gesagt egal, was Marca und AS schreiben, dafür muss sich auch niemand vom Club verantworten. Aso, genau in Madrid wird von Problemen abgelenkt? Das glaubst du doch selbst nicht.

Ad ersteres: In Madrid/Barcelona nur selten. Ad letzteres: Mein persönlicher Eindruck, mehr nicht.

[memnoch999]

Gratulation von einem Real-Anhänger. Zumindest ist der Pokal jetzt wieder im richtigen Land.