When you write about Barcelona, there aren’t enough words.
In describing a great game by them, you have to be careful with your adjectives and stack them in little rows, like pats of butter or razor-blades. In the first few minutes, perhaps there had been an exquisite Messi dribble, followed by a perfect Xavi pass, then an effortless one-two. In the next few minutes the same sort of thing happens; and your superlatives are already gone. The best thing to do is to presume that your readers know how Barcelona play and use no adjectives at all…
…there is all football in a game by Barcelona, and they play as it is sometimes shown in dreams.
In the play Amadeus there is a scene where the highly talented and very hard-working court composer, Salieri, is shown to have produced a good piece of music after considerable labour. His young assistant, Mozart, comes into the room and Salieri plays the piece of music proudly for him. Mozart smiles and praises it but then wonders whether it might be improved by just a few modifications. Mozart goes to the piano, plays the piece, tries this and that, then says “What about this?” And he plays the piece changed forever by his genius. Salieri’s hard-won composition has been transformed into one of the world’s immortal melodies.
Most football teams, even the best, are Salieris. And then Barcelona comes along and says, “What about this?”