It was the summer of 2010 when I developed a crush on Spanish football and by winter I was madly in love. This isn’t some fling but a fully committed relationship and I’m in it for the long haul. For years I’ve avoided supporting any football club because I was a workaholic and only had time to follow international matches, but no more. Someday (hopefully soon) I will get my membership package for the Catalan giant FC Barcelona. Before I meet my Maker, I will watch a game in Camp Nou, sing ‘El Cant de Barça’ with thousands of people and celebrate the team’s victory till dawn. Despite my love for FC Barcelona, there are other teams that are thrilling to watch: Osasuna, Athletico Madrid, Real Sociedad and Real Madrid. I’m no Madridista but we all should be adult enough to recognise genius on the pitch or standing in the coach’s box. (Yes Señor Mourinho, I mean you.)
At the same time, there is a kind of magic when FC Barcelona comes out to play. Perhaps it’s because their line up is full of fascinating people. Some of them have defied great odds to get where they are today, and promise to give many years of spectacular football. However, I’ve noticed that there are moments when as much as I love Barça, I don’t always like what they do. There has been diving, over exaggeration of injuries, invention of injuries and now an alleged racial slur. I don’t like yelling at the television in disdain for the team I’m supporting, and I will still support them 100%. However, these recent tarnishes upon this club’s reputation must be swept away as the UEFA Championship’s Final is approaching. Manchester United is a tough team to beat. They are strong and play hard. If FC Barcelona wants to win this cup, they’re going to have to man up, stop crying and outplay the Red Devils. I have faith that they can and will be wearing my cheap camiseta, with fingers crossed for their success on May 28th 2011.