You are nominated for the ‘Catalan of the year’ trophy. Wouldn’t it be strange to win that trophy thanks to shining in the shirt of Spain?
Well, excuse me (sass alert), but I think that would only make it more beautiful, no? I think that there cannot be more diversity than that. I’m feeling Catalan through and through but, at this moment, I don’t know any other way to win the European championships than by playing for Spain.
What is that so much talked about Barça DNA that everyone is envious of?
If you want to enjoy football, you have to love the ball. You can win by not liking the ball, true, but then you forget to enjoy, you and the others. ‘With what do we defend?’, Cruijff asked himself. ‘With the ball’, he answered. If you have the ball, you can play like you want to play. The one who has the ball, is the master of the game.
And once you have it, once it’s yours, you can pass, pass, pass.
Yes, but with a plan. Quick passes, using the space, triangles, double passes, depth, pausing, rhythm, I pass and I move, I help you, I look for you, I stop, I raise my head, I look and, above all, I open up the pitch. Cruijff always said: ‘If you put Pele and Maradona in a phone booth, you don’t have to worry because they won’t even make a double pass’. If you make the pitch wide, even the most clumsy one can make a double pass, or two. That’s the school of Joan Vilà, of Albert Benaiges, of Johan Cruijff, of Pep Guardiola.
And you love the ball, you’re dying to have it, for it to come your way.
On Saturday, I sometimes go and watch my friends of Natació Terrassa and I sit in the stands with Elsa, my girlfriend. From my seat, I’m hoping the ball will bounce an come my way. I’m a fanatic, I admit it. I don’t know if I should be punished for that sin.
Is it true that your sister Ariadna has dribbled you a lot during your youth?
True, true. We have almost the same age and we played together. She has the left foot of Messi. I always picked her for my team and the others always laughed with me. ‘How can you pick her, that’s a girl!’, they said, but we trashed them several times…(girl power moment)
Elsa, your girlfriend, has asked me to tell you that not everything is football, football.
Elsa is the one who keeps my feet on the ground, who keeps me connected with the reality, she opens my mind, she helps me to see that not everything is football. She’s my sweetheart. And she knows it.
Bits & pieces from a 2009 interview, so it’s a bit dated. But I love it.
“She’s my sweetheart. And she knows it.”
OKAY WHY DON’T YOU JUST KILL ME NOW. DAMMIT XAVI! GET A GIRL & MARRY & HAVE A BUNCH OF FEISTY LITTLE XAVI BABIES ROAMING AROUND.
Lionel Messi at FIFA Street presentation, 12.3.2012
well - i’m in a great mood. that’s my new thang for 2012. do shit. stop feeling like shit. well, i can’t always stop, but i can try to give a fuck and actually live because i am alive physically so… ( i don’t know how long this will last, but let’s give it a go )
and i’m cutting assholes out of my life. both online, and in person, and it’s awesome. so if you’re an asshole & you’re wondering why I haven’t popped in - it’s because i don’t want you infecting me. kudos.
i’m off to hang out with leo. we’re gonna watch bad 90’s movies and smoke some good shit.
I’m going to wake up one morning & my mind will be intact, and beautiful. The pillows will no longer smash my dreams to little pieces. My heart won’t roll its eyes at whoever dares to come close.
Hey whores. It’s Monday. I went to bed at 6 in the morning & woke up at 11:45 in the morning. Okay, obviously not good. My neighbors are blasting their regional Mexican music, I am ready to kill everyone, BUT I’ve got delicious food in the fridge so…..suck on that! I have a dentist app on Wed. I am dreading it already. People sticking sharp objects in my mouth…yeah, let’s not.
Look at this random mess. I don’t know. I see people posting their favorites. Products they use, etc; Here is mine.
I wanted to talk about this yesterday, but I was too tired, too excited, too everything. People need to stop expecting these games to be clean and fair. I know that’s what we expect out of our players, but this is not just about Futbol. This is hate. This is shit beyond just rivalries & semi final intensities. RM played like Neanderthals in the last 2 games. The Liga Clasico & the Cup final. I hate diving, but this isn’t something our players do all the time. They didn’t dive in the last two games. If you’re going to play destructive, come out into the pitch w/ the only goal in your mind to win however you can, then obviously we’re going to take advantage of that. It would have been nice had Alves, Biscuits & Pedro not been flopping on the pitch like fish, but whatever. I hate it, but I knew we were going to milk Madrid’s aggressiveness & use it against them. That’s OUR dirty way of playing. That’s our ammo. [I don’t think either side should be too proud. Esp not Madrid. Not w/ their history & everything they used to stand for. To play such defensive ugly way in their own home is a sign they are desperate as fuck.]
& had it not been for 2 moments of individual brilliance, I’m pretty sure this game would’ve ended in a draw. Something BOTH teams were gunning for.
It would also be nice if people could see things from an objective, rational point of view, but I know that will never happen. Barcelona is the team to hate. Has been for a minute. The moment we screw up just a bit, we are crucified. I’m cool w/ it though. This is just like 2009 after a certain game in which we were accused of everything under the sun. *ahem* Tra la la. And before Madridistas get on their holy thrones, they should look at all the shit, ugliness, disrespect their players put us through. But I suppose that would mean you’d have to acknowledge your team screwed the fuck up. And that won’t happen in a million years. Kudos.
I hope the UEFA is happy with their rigged draws, corrupt bullshit, and old ass farts who know nothing about Futbol.