U90 footie clips – el classico and BLOOPERS!

Hey hey,

Unhappy mondays to ya!

Still groping towards the right format for soccer posts on here….and today we try VIDEO CLIPS! Hooray! *old ladies faint, babies giggle*

Big news this weekend was EL CLASSICO! which only means one thing.

Argentina’s Boca Juniors v. River Plate?

Nah son. That’s UN classico, pero no esta EL classico! Good place to catch a riot or two, and maybe get away with hurling projectiles at a riot cop…or not.

Im talking about BARCELONA – REAL MADRID. The two dominant forces in Spanish footie. Two of the most dominant teams in all of European club soccer (and therefore the worrrrrrld). Quadruple the history, drama, and cultural significance of Yankees-Red Sux, condensed into two 90 minute games.

And yesterday, shit was finally ONNNNNNNNNNN.

Recap: last year Barcelona (traditionally the second fiddle to “Royal” Madrid) won everything in site: Spanish Spanish Copa del Rey, La Liga, European Champions League. Even worse, they beat Madrid in BOTH classicos: 2-0 in Barcelona early in the season, and then an epic 6-2 ass-mincing in Madrid to seal the league title for the Blaugrana (“blue and crimson:” Barcelona).

This did not sit well in La Casa Blanca (Madrid and white uniforms are synonymous), who went out and plunked down almost half a billion dollars to restock their team with studs, ballers, and ballerinas.

And last week, Madrid inched into the first place spot in La Liga, one point ahead of Barcelona. So yesterday, with 3 points, the league lead and regional pride on the line and hundreds of millions around the world watching, the two giants took to the field at Barcelona’s Camp Nou.

Here’s how it played out:

eeeYAYUH! Real Madrid was impresive, and in the first half their use of two defensive midfielders prevented Barca from playing their endless midfield posession game. First half was a draw, with Madrid looking dangerous and only not scoring by the brilliance of Barcelona keeper Victor Valdes (he’s great as long as he doesn’t have to think).

In the second half, aging French assassin and villian in the land of the Irish Thierry Henry was subbed out for Barca’s big-money summer aquisition, Swedish big man Zlatan Ibrahimovic, who quickly delivered some of his trademark “Ibracadabra” magic with a cracking one-touch goal. That’s why they traded club legend Samuel Eto’o for him: Eto’o has blinding speed, but tends to miss alot. Big Ibra does not.

So there was that. And that was good.

And then this morning I got this, enjoy!

And then, just because, here’s this:

whoops, i thought they were talking about this:

And that’s it! In other news, Ronadinho continues to impress, and Barcelona choir-boy “San Andres” Iniesta had a little shit to talk about Christiano Ronaldo after yesterday’s game.

PEACE!

and PS: a female friend with the good sense to come watch Barca-Madrid made an observation that almost all the guys on the field were “exceptionally good-looking.” Another plus for footie! Your cool married gal won’t be so quick to make you turn games off! And let me just restate: soccer game=2 hours. Football=3.5. That sunday night game was awesome, but im just saying.