You know ...... I have supported Barca since I was six (1986) when I went to Spain on vacation. It was there when my father bought me a Barcelona jersey, which to this day I still have. I have followed Barca blindingly and unquestionably, sometimes with great concern over my health. Today ..... for the first time in my life .... I found myself not willing Barca to win, but just watching to see what would happen. If they won ... great, if they lost ...... they deserved it. Now ... after being humiliated, I hope that the spineless prick that is Nunez (president of Barca) gets a pair and fires that b*****d. Today ... Barca's play was void of creativity, void of any sense of direction, and hopelessly hopeless. They went into Valencia supreme, and left beggars. They came to the Camp Nou, in search of sometype of catalyst, a spark, they could not find one. Why?? Because they did not look. I have never in my life been so ashamed of Barca's play. No drive, no intensity, no will. As a team, they played like crap.
So much for my prediction .... oh well ..... I hope Valencia can beat Real.
VANGAAL OUT!! VANGAAL OUT!!
now if you will excuse me .... I must mourn.