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I thought it was about time for my ‘serious post’. Previous entries to the blog had been far too light-hearted, I thought to myself. It was time to do something about it. Sweep away the frivolous remains of the fish and chips and move into a more austere, serious future. In this future, I would tackle key issues for the outsider living in Barcelona, perhaps moving on to general issues in Catalonia. Then broadening out to Spain in general, expanding into the European Union… eventually the whole world would be mine! Mine!

So I racked my brains thinking about my serious post, and the first step on the road to world domination. Suddenly, a cheer broke out. While encouragement is welcomed as I’m writing my blog posts, I was fairly sure the noise in question came from the bar next door, and not from a personal support team urging me on. I was also hopeful, although somewhat less than certain, that the noise hadn’t come from my own power crazed imaginings.

Obviously, it was the football. (We’ll leave the ‘serious post’ for another time, shall we?)

Whenever Barça are playing it’s possible to know the score just by sitting quietly and waiting for the inevitable cheers to erupt from any bar, café or room with a television. It seems like everyone watches. My housemates and their friends watch every game, and you can see the televisions flickering in the houses opposite.

This is where my love of the underdog comes in. I mean, Barcelona win all the time. If they draw, as they did on Sunday, it was due to some colossal effort from the opposing team and is treated in the same way as a loss by the supporters. Even as a mild football fan I can appreciate the skills of the players… but… it’s just so boring watching the same team win all the time!

 Of course everyone supports Barça with their goody-two-shoes winning antics. Ugh. Perfect Messi can never put a foot wrong. But it’s not for me. I like a bit of a dark horse, a longshot. Which isn’t to say that I would turn down a touch of Barcelona’s magic for my home side. Jealous? Me? Perish the thought!