There were times on Sunday night when Barcelona‘s football in the 4-0 win against Athletic Club was rapturously good. You know the feeling: when something happens on the pitch that’s so outrageously joyous that the senses take over, completely, from the rational mind — when football transcends your daily woes and your club allegiances. When the beautiful game isn’t just pleasant to look at it, but seduces you and promises to love you forever.
You can take your pick of the examples.
The moment when Ousmane Dembele scores, having once again been booed and whistled onto the pitch by his own fans as a second-half substitute, via one of the most sensational, powerful top corner finishes you’ll see? How about the ‘now-you-see-me-now-you-don’t moment’ on the right hand touchline (a moment Pedri later admitted he’d been “s—ting myself in case I lost the ball”) when the divinely…
