Real vs Barca
Once we had seen a incredible game from barca against real Madrid. This is definitely super game play of Barca.I could imagine the exitements created in those game Spanish La liga ;Monday, Nov 29 2010.
The whistles rang out around this majestic amphitheatre like a knife on glass. It was the noise of 100,000 jubilant souls, and yet its target was one greying, glowering Portuguese fellow in a trenchcoat. For a decade José Mourinho had been Barcelona’s bête noire, but on Monday night the Catalans, with as compelling a masterclass in football’s artistry as you are ever likely to see, exacted their glorious revenge.
A 5-0 humiliation on the game’s most august stage, with millions watching on television, would have cut him to the core and it was small wonder he spent much of a one-sided second half rooted in his dug-out.
That the finest club fixture in any calendar was being staged on a Monday night had seemed to detractors to be a gimmick. Sunday’s elections in Catalonia had forced the showpiece to be delayed but when it came, it only affirmed the resurgence of a nationalist spirit in this city. The spectacle of a six-figure crowd preparing for kick-off with red, blue and gold banners declaring Mes que un club - at the same time as singing the Barcelona anthem in perfect harmony – surely stands among the most electrifying experiences sport can conjure.
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The cacophony only grew as Barcelona’s dominance became apparent.
Beautifully-engineered first-half strikes by Xavi and Pedro represented the least the imperious home side deserved, but a brace for David Villa set the party alight. Real’s befuddled players, not least an anonymous Cristiano Ronaldo, beat a retreat back to the capital with tails between their legs.
Mourinho’s critics would claim he had it coming. Although he had failed to lose in his first 25 games, Barcelona showed up the deficiencies of his sometimes defensive play in sharp relief. Their flair, their sheer ingenuity as they leapfrogged Real to the top of La Liga, was too much even for this wiliest of tacticians to combat.
Both club presidents had exhorted their teams to produce a “festival”, an attacking exhibition, and the call did not take long to be heeded. But where Real’s pace was breathless, Barcelona’s proved irresistible. The patterns of interplay were mesmeric as Xavi and Andres Iniesta seamlessly found their rhythm, calling Pepe into action twice to cut out menacing balls towards Lionel Messi.
As we had scarcely dared hope, this was what happened when 13 World Cup winners came together on the same pitch. The concentration of talent would have embarrassed even the great Barcelona regime of Johan Cruyff; wherever you looked, Guardiola’s all-stars were concocting their next devilish ploy.
Sergio Busquets anchored the midfield triangle with geometric precision, enabling Messi to produce his first magic of the evening with a deft chip that bounced off Iker Casillas’s far post.
Even from the most improbable angle, Messi had sought to pick out the top corner. The Guardiola template was self-evident: for his charges to pour through Real’s back line at every opportunity, ruffling the composure of Pepe and a fragile-looking Ricardo Carvalho. It worked exquisitely, even if Barcelona needed a stroke of fortune to harvest their reward. Iniesta, setting up to shoot, watched his shot take a deflection off Marcelo but straight into the path of thankful sidekick Xavi, who lofted the ball beyond Casillas with aplomb.
Real found themselves restricted to sudden counter-punches, as when Angel Di Maria forced Valdes into a fingertips save with a lethal drive from distance. But Messi and company merely redoubled their delicate manoeuvres, contriving a 25-pass move to set up their next elegant finish. This time, it was David Villa’s turn to surge to the byline, before cutting his cross back towards an onrushing Pedro for the simplest tap-in. Mourinho, who had been strutting provocatively along the touchline, stood motionless in incredulity.
The Nou Camp seethed with triumphalism. Mesut Ozil had already had a bottle thrown in his direction as he took a corner, and Barcelona’s remorseless advance was the cue for Real to lose their discipline. Ronaldo, nicknamed ‘CR7’ by the slavish Spanish media as if he was a beloved car, looked frustrated as he struggled to achieve his normally adhesive touch. His travails told late in the first half, when, having impatiently hustled to take a throw-in, he shoved a blameless Guardiola in the chest.
What followed merely embarrassed Real, as Villa secured his second and his side’s fourth, profiting from Messi’s assist to slide the strike between the legs of the despairing Casillas. Even the substitutes were not be denied the entertainment, as Jeffren pounced late to convert Bojan’s measured lay-off from the right for a fifth with seconds remaining. Sergio Ramos, scything down Messi before pushing fellow international, was sent off in injury-time to complete Mourinho’s