Little Leo Messi stamped his claim for world footballer of the year while capping a dream final by finishing a sublime Xavi cross with a header over a helpless Van Der Sar and onlooker Rio Got-turned-inside-out Ferdinand. Tonight in Rome and back home Catalan pride resonates full of passion and strength of intent. FC Barcelona played the defending European Champions off the park with a unique style of tight passing triangles and long possession periods that brought woe to the back line of the mighty Red Devils. Footy is on my brain and I am high off the unique wave that is the majesty of our universe having breathed in the last ECC Final of my collegiate stay in SAV.
Gerrad Pique played the role of double-agent in this match, reading his former teammates and smothering their attacking prowess. Tonight proved that this beautiful game is played by warriors and conjurers; a game which proves for eternity that its pursuit is very much worth devoting ones' life to. Puyol played his socks off, got stuck into United's tender flanks and was rewarded with a trophy presentation though he could have taken a goal along with. Furthermore, Barca's triumph proves that the modern footballer need not retire to bake bread for wanting to knead the ball so much. The determination, talent and technique of La Liga's champs trounced that of a powerhouse Premier League team, who to be diplomatic about it, didn't show up.
Like the moon trebles wax and wain, though in Pepe's first season managing a near identical Barca side he brought home, for the first time, a treble in Spain. The native city shines on its prodigal son and long last the unbridled paroxysms of ecstasy that Catalan faithful must be feeling.
To Ramon and Damien, the brothers of Sumoll, the Tapas restaurant of the St. Andrew district near the hotel NH Maquiniesta, I hope the following years bring you joy and health as have the sight and emotion of triumphs by Spain and our beloved Barcelona. You and yours took care of us in Spain, and likewise the Dutch and Swiss were kind. If and when I return to Europe, I will seek out friends of kindred spirit for a live game at the Camp Nou, our Devir or Holy of Holies.
We are living in a Messianic Age, eternal in the kingdom of the All Be-ing: Baruch Shem Kivod Malchuto LeOlam Va'ed!
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