Word: arsenale
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...owing to its anti-Franco traditions. If he was willing to link football with politics and religion, he should have written at least a couple of lines about Athletic Club de Bilbao, the last romantic soccer team worldwide. It's not that I don't like Foer's favorites, Arsenal and Barcelona, but he should have mentioned that Athletic Club de Bilbao is one of the oldest teams in Spain and has always played with only Basque players. So if somebody wants to be romantic about the game, he should be an Athletic Club de Bilbao...
...have, over the years, constructed a theory that linked Arsenal and Barcelona in an alliance of virtue. Like the cartoon superheroes that reside together in the Hall of Justice, Arsenal and Barcelona had, in my mind, joined to battle the game's bad guys--namely, Chelsea and Real Madrid, the Yankees of European football...
...teams share the same essential strengths. They eschew boring defensive security for the pleasures of relentless attack. Both exude an irresistible cosmopolitanism. Or rather, Barcelona, founded by a Swiss man, has always exuded cosmopolitanism, and Arsenal learned to do so under the stewardship of Arsène Wenger, its urbane French manager. Both combine their exciting international style with a heavy dose of localism. Arsenal coupled the Frenchman Thierry Henry and Dutch genius Dennis Bergkamp with an English-dominated back line. Barcelona fields true Catalan heroes such as Carles Puyol...
...adore Arsenal too much to concoct reasons for turning against it. But Barça, as the team is known, is nearer and dearer to my heart, ever so slightly. My love for the team sprang from my love of the city. A cousin of mine had fought for the republic in the Spanish Civil War. Why would a Polish Jew, who had never before set foot in Spain, journey across Europe to take up arms with the Catalans? As a boy, I began reading about Barcelona's resistance to Franco and developed a romance with the city. During my teens...
...when Barcelona and Arsenal finally met last week, I had to make my choice. For a week leading up to the game, I dressed my 14-month-old baby in her Barça tracksuit, earning her approving cheers from my Latino neighbors in Washington as she waddled down the street. (O.K., some Americans do inherit their fandom.) I nodded, proudly and smugly. But there was no way for me to fully enjoy this game, to root against the Arsenal players I love. Even though Barça won, 2-1, I fear that a part of me lost...