The FC Barcelona to ras of the floor. A relate from the border

The nights of Barcelona offer all type of pleasures. Ones go to concerts of classical music, others to shows of illusionists and some prefer discotheques of rhythms cañeros. The Camp Nou converges all the emotions in one: the art to see play to the Barça, that is not little

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I was invited to the Camp Nou to see the 1 to 0 of the FC Barcelona in front of the Málaga. I go very little to the stadium, always by some gift or invitation. Each entrance that receipt is used to to be an incógnita of numbers and portals. This entrance in concrete said: access 14, door 22, mouth 9, row G, seat 0004. A crossword that cost several minutes descifrar, until at last we gave with our location and begin to go down stairs. And we do not go down more because we could not: the following was the lawn.

Never I saw to Messi so closely. Neither I think that it see again it. I could see his legs arched, this wry way to stop in the field when it does not have the ball and when the cameras do not register it. And I swear that until I could listen the steps of his gallop advancing with the balloon, together with the tropel of opponents and mates that followed his steps and that added stepped and dry sounds in the green carpet that the Barça premièred just this day.

See to the Barça to the ras of the floor is to feel part of the team. One forgets to concentrate in the devaneos of the tactical disposal, because the own location prevents to see well the diagram. Therefore that when some senses sleep , necessarily others have to wake up to replace them.

From this location looks the party because it can not leave to look it. There is not another option that the one of the concentration in the game. There is not flash Japanese neither puteada of avezado partner that attain to distract you. They have situated you here, to the side of the players. And they have done it so that you are part, like you or no. There is not leakage neither possible form of escape.

It is the opposite to the panoramic of a dron. The antithesis of the flight. It is latir to the compass of the players, feel his transpiration, discover his gestures, do mímicas with your legs in the starts of a played. Everything without courts flatly, without being to favour of the frantic decisions of the director of cameras. The Barça to ras of the floor does not allow you at least look the clock that times the time neither the flags that agitate in the terracings. It is as if all the magnitude of the stadium banked in your nape and resulted extremely weighed to raise the head.

We are plateístas unidirectional: the look in the field, of left to right, like a fixed camera without vertical movements. All sucede in the rectangle of lawn. The conviction of the employees of security like statues of stone giving us back the look, without being able to turn neither an alone time to see an advance culé. The gestures of Mascherano and Luis Enrique, all the complete saga and no only the piece that registers the TV. The precise steps, undoubted, lapidarian of Iniesta and Busquets. And just when the party finish, is one same the one who feels observed.

It suffices with looking upwards for the first time and appreciate the immense magnitude of a Camp Nou full. Here it is when we darse that after 2 hours of stress and of geographic rapport with the players, what one leaves backwards are not the terracings, but a field of game in which it was running, trabando and contesting balloons to 11 players dressed of celestial and white.

Laureano Debat
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