At home, feet up on the sofa. It’s 3 AM and you’re about halfway through yet another El Clasico. As you sit there, being chewed apart by the goddamn mosquitoes and seeing FC Barcelona succumb to yet another defeat, you wonder what the heck went wrong.
What happened to that team of lore that could out pass and out fox the opposition into submission – no matter what stadia, what support or what ghastly kit they had on. Three defeats in their last five fixtures does not bode well for an FC Barcelona known and expected to conquer all before them. It frustrates. And I sit here looking for something exciting to happen – waiting, hoping. Praying even.