TFK Barcelona Supporters Club

spot on pukey…that was him…i couldn’t remember his name…That useless cunt fernando coto was with them for a while too…he’s up there with Karembu for me as lads who played for some big clubs but I thought were absolute muck…

Karembu deserves respect on account of the hotness of his missus

http://www.catflapfootball.com/Football-Blogs/Football-Blog/content/binary/Adriana%20Karembeu%20(Christian%20Karembeu).jpg

http://france.worldcupblog.org/files/2008/05/adriana-and-christian.jpg

For some strange reason she found it hard to settle in middlesboro

[quote=“The Puke”]As a football fan first and a Leeds united fan second I was delighted with the result last night superb football from a superb team…As a young lad along with supporting Leeds I would often follow players…The likes of Brian Laudrup, Rivaldo, Davor Suker, Youri Djorkeaff, Pep Guardiola, Luis Figo and Luis Enrique were some of my favourites…I was in the Camp Nou once as a chap and was awe struck by it, magnificent stadium befitting a noble and magnificent club…

I must say that Messi and Iniesta are two players that i really like at the moment and will continue to keep a close eye on this barcelona team…

Pikeman you being the staunchest Barcelona fan on here, is there any chance you could throw up the best barcelona XI you have seen play:

Mine would be:

---------Valdes--------

—Frank De Boer–Puyol–Nadal–

-Luis Enrique–Guardiola–Xaxi–Iniesta

-----Messi–Ronaldo–Rivaldo

Subs:
Barjuan
Figo
Romario
Phillip Cocu
Eto’o
Ronaldinho
Henry
Sonny Anderson
Victor Baia(Barcelona haven’t been blessed in this position, they bare the only 2 I can remember alomng with Enke/Rustu/Joquera)
Georgie Hagi[/QUOTE]

Can’t believe you left out Steve Archibald Puke :guns:

:guns:
Never saw him play for Barcelona…

Never saw him play for Barcelona…[/QUOTE]

He’s a legend Puke. 24 goals in 55 appearances, La Liga winners medal in 1985, pushed out by Lineker and Hughes.

The pathetic dive was against them, that’s all I’m on about.

I am led to believe that Hughes didn’t do too well with Barcelona when he was there…Before my time

This is the london indepedent’s take on the all time Barca dream team:

http://www.independent.co.uk/sport/football/news-and-comment/dream-teams-barcelona-1665066.html

[quote=“Watch The Break”]This is the london indepedent’s take on the all time Barca dream team:

http://www.independent.co.uk/sport/football/news-and-comment/dream-teams-barcelona-1665066.html[/QUOTE]

Good to see they have Pep in the team…Although no Johan Neeskins:eek:

Fuck sake, do we know when our first outing is yet? Fucking Pikeman, he can’t organise anything, next thing he’ll be letting everyone go on the outing for free :guns:

The first game of next season was proposed. Tinnion also suggested we have a Barcelona-TFK flag made for the first trip. I’ll set up a paypal account so donations can be made.

:guns:

Bara’s flowing style is matched only by the effusive praise of its press

Pep Guardiola’s home-grown heroes have the Spanish scribes running out of superlatives to lavish on them

At long last the Catalan press is giving away something useful, something vaguely appropriate. Collect the tokens, get the goodies. And the odder the better. From the “unique” official FC Barcelona reversible jacket – the only jacket that’s just as rubbish the right way round as it is inside out – to the official FC Barcelona knife set; from the official FC Barcelona toys – Samuel Eto’o, Lionel Messi and Carlos Puyol as cuddly jungle animals – to the official FC Barcelona Tupperware kit. And now, the FC Barcelona babero – your very own cut-out-and-keep Bara bib, free with El Mundo Deportivo. Just the thing for soaking up the drool tumbling from open mouths everywhere.

And boy are they drooling. As midnight came round, while the Sky pundits were still scratching their heads over Barcelona’s ability to score “against the run of play”, Antena 3 had cut to another 70-minute ad break. But fear not, you won’t miss a second of this historic moment: in the top corner above the cars, beers, credit cards and denture glues, a box showed the party down the Ramblas. Even Cibeles, the traditional scene of Real Madrid’s celebrations, was filling with exiled fans, as radios played the Bara hymn at full blast.

Meanwhile, their pals in print were busily finishing the morning’s papers. Every one of them except ABC – not so much a newspaper as a court circular for men with military moustaches and women with pearl earrings and Barbara Cartland’s hair inhabiting a strange, medieval world all of their own – had Barcelona on the cover. Pages 34 and 35 of El Mundo Deportivo reveal the day’s “other news”. In Catalonia there was no other news; in Madrid there was – Florentino Prez’s presentation has been timed to coincide with Barcelona’s victory parade – but even here Bara are still the news.

A unique, historic treble has El Mundo Deportivo and Sport on their knees, blowing kisses and trembling: “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” “Long live the mother that gave birth to you!” cheers one headline. Nor is it just the Catalans; they’ve all been won round. All season Pep Guardiola has insisted: “It will mean nothing if we don’t win.” But it’s not that they’ve won it all, it’s the way they won it. That they won it with seven home-grown players, El Pas declaring “Barcelona are more than a club; they’re a trademark”. That last night’s performance brokers little argument, unlike the semi-final. Before the 1992 European Cup final, Johan Cruyff told his players to “enjoy it”; last night, Guardiola told them to “prove how good you are”. They did so.

Marca’s cover ran with “This team is a work of art”, its match report topped with “Perfect team”. Over in AS, editor Alfredo Relano echoed the sentiment. “Barcelona,” he wrote, “have shown that perfection is possible. There is no antidote to their exquisite football.” “United,” concluded AS’s match report, “were bled to death slowly.” Barcelona had “demonstrated their worldly and intergalactic superiority”. Everyone agreed. “Barcelona float above mere mortals,” declared El Mundo; “Brave and beautiful, Barcelona are the prince of football,” added El Pas.

In Spain, the conclusion is clear: Barcelona are the best team in the world. The only question has been which superlative to use. Sport’s player-by-player ratings gives everyone 10 out of 10, opting for “heroic”, “beast”, “monumental”, “sublime”, “eternal”, “magnetic”, “celestial”, “apotheosis”, “vital”, “battling”, and “megastar” to describe their players. By scoring and winning Messi – dropping into midfield to help control the game – was judged to have got the better of Cristiano Ronaldo; Gerard Piqu rounded off a wonderful end to the season with another superb performance; and Eto’o got a second European Cup final goal. “So many geniuses together,” cooed El Pas.

Two players stood out even more than the rest, though. Xavi Hernndez, who completed 80 passes and gave the ball away just five times, earning Uefa’s man of the match award. And Andrs Iniesta, withdrawn on 90 minutes to a standing ovation – a gesture that speaks volumes of Guardiola’s admiration for him – and whom Wayne Rooney later declared the best in the world. The little guys who in under 12 months have imposed their identity on the winners of the league, the Champions League, the Copa del Rey and the European Championship. “Iniesta,” wrote Jos Smano, “was sublime, elegant, sensible, and incisive, a genius with an air of Peter Pan about him – man of the match with Xavi. Their partnership was celestial, an exquisite pleasure.” Marca, meanwhile, gave them both four marks. Out of three.

As for United, few cared and of the few that did fewer still were impressed. Marca, already Sir Alex Ferguson’s sworn enemy after his rants over Ronaldo and Franco, asked whether the Scot is “not what he used to be”, complaining that he had promised to attack but instead “isolated Rooney on the wing, left Tevez out and watched as his team threw in the towel.” There was an attack, too, on Paul Scholes for “committing a criminal challenge that doesn’t fit his blemish-free history”, and for Anderson for “once again proving that he’s just not good enough”. El Pas insisted that Nemanja Vidic and Rio Ferdinand “don’t know how to pass a ball, instead just hoofing it away with no direction, no sense and no success”.

And then, of course, there’s a certain Portuguese winger, the man at the centre of the Madrid media’s coverage of the final – so much so that you wondered if the team facing Barcelona was actually called Cristiano Ronaldo not Manchester United. He was conveniently kitted out in white; this morning he is conveniently absent in Madrid. Not so in Catalonia. “Ronaldo created everything dangerous United did,” admitted Sport. “He was a constant problem and showed that he is a true star.” “Cristiano is the perfect player for Real Madrid,” El Mundo Deportivo agreed. “Arrogant the day before the game, a bad loser, provocative and posing during it. This guy smells of Madrid already.”

Just thinking about the sheer volume of top class attackers to play for Barcelona since the early 90s:

Stoichkov
Romario
Ronaldo
Figo
Luis Enrique
Rivaldo
Ronaldinho
Messi
Eto’o
Henry

I have probably forgotten someone there as well

Unbelievable

[quote=“farmerinthecity”]Just thinking about the sheer volume of top class attackers to play for Barcelona since the early 90s:

Stoichkov
Romario
Ronaldo
Figo
Luis Enrique
Rivaldo
Ronaldinho
Messi
Eto’o
Henry

I have probably forgotten someone there as well

Unbelievable[/QUOTE]

Henrik Larsson too was a world class striker.
Class list though.

A top class striker alright but didn’t make the same impact as those I have mentioned.

A certain little midget called Maradona was there too.

Left in 84, farmer was on about the 90’s alone, but still, maradona is a fucking god. Shit all over Pele.

Know what you mean alright, though he did almost practically win the Champions League for them

Ehhh - wouldn’t say that Pikie.

He came on in the final and had a big impact. Eto’o was their best player on the night in that game though. Scored a goal and was really on top of his game.

Ah I missed the 90’s part.

Laudrup then.