Well I don't quite know how someone's meant to take 'right now' as anything but, er, right now.
Though I do know what you meant.
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Well I don't quite know how someone's meant to take 'right now' as anything but, er, right now.
Though I do know what you meant.
"On current form" anyone? 
My point was very clear. Especially to anyone paying attention. Which was that you were being a dumb ass that deserved a dumb ass reply. It still hasn't dawned on you yet. Just like it never dawned on you that I never agreed with you in the first place. No matter how many hints I dropped your way. But don't let that get into the way of your wise acre routine. No sir.
Spot on.
Yesterday in 6 a side i scored a screamer from about 20 yards out. I also passed the ball to someone who then passed it to someone else for an open goal. I think at the moment it goes
Me
Iniesta
Fabregas
You talk like a cartoon character.
And yes, I see you disagreed with me. Is it really that hard to admit you weren't entirely clear?
Indian why do you always resort to profanities?
That's laughable really. I haven't been the one insisting on something that wasn't there.
I was very clear when I replied to you about Xavi and Iniesta, first time around. Instead you chose to act like a wise acre and sassy rather than get what I actually said. I decided to return the favour. If you don't like it, don't dish it out.
I throw mud when it's thrown at me. Always have, always will.
handbags much?
you both borderline agree. Basically everyone thinks Iniesta is world class, some think he's already the best some think he is potentially the best. Anyone not thinking either hasnt seen the little genius enough or doesnt have a clue.
you both borderline agree. Basically everyone thinks Iniesta is world class, some think he's already the best some think he is potentially the best. Anyone not thinking either hasnt seen the little genius enough or doesnt have a clue.
You're right Frankly. Hand bags.
Pathetic.Again tonight in a big match he was toying with Inter's defenders and midfielders but it wasn't just him, Xavi's passing and Keita/Busquets physical presence was just too good for Inter.
For me the best moment was when Iniesta nutmegged an Inter player, the way he did it oozed class
For me the best moment was when Iniesta nutmegged an Inter player, the way he did it oozed class
Yeah, he usually does that skill (the one he did on Lampard in the CL semis) but this time he did it and also nutmegged the player. Absolute class.
Didn't see too much of the game but I did manage to catch Pedro making Maicon and Zanetti look like amateurs with a piece of dribbling down Barca's left hand side.
This is from a player who can't get near the Spanish national team due to the likes of Silva, Iniesta, Mata, Navas, Cazorla, Pablo Hernandez etc., being ahead of him in the pecking order, the amount of talented attacking players Spain have is scary.
This is from a player who can't get near the Spanish national team due to the likes of Silva, Iniesta, Mata, Navas, Cazorla, Pablo Hernandez etc., being ahead of him in the pecking order, the amount of talented attacking players Spain have is scary.
Stunning today, Xavi too.
He makes the the game look so easy, unbelievable player
Vs Inter
In that game, he was just too good.The understanding he has with Xavi is amazing, like they read their minds.
His decision making was perfect, between passing and dribbling he knew what to do at the exact moment.Amazing player
His decision making was perfect, between passing and dribbling he knew what to do at the exact moment.Amazing player
Spanish midfielders are a totally different breed in world football right now. Both stikers also.
If anyone is interested
Andres Iniesta: 'Don’t call me Rambo' | European Football - Times Online
Andres Iniesta: 'Don’t call me Rambo'
The self-effacing Barça star loves Rocky films and hopes to help his side deliver a knockout blow to Real Madrid
Andres Iniesta
Ian Hawkey Recommend? Andres Iniesta glows at night. Or at least that’s how they portray him, with his porcelain complexion, in the popular satire Crackovia, which lampoons Barcelona’s football team on Catalan television each week. In the show, Iniesta is the shy, boyish, benevolent, slightly sleepy figure whose pale face can light itself up in the dark, to the awed fascination of his colleagues.
Iniesta laughs at the caricature, though he is keen to add that the reticent, withdrawn and timid figure of the comedy is unlike the real man. Give him some time under a sun lamp, he jokes, and he would tan like any Mediterranean native. Give him a cause or a challenge and he can turn as aggressive as more demonstrative colleagues. The public Iniesta may be self-effacing; in the private one lurks a Sylvester Stallone.
Listen to this description of the build-up to this year’s Champions League final. Iniesta had seemed a doubt to face Manchester United because of injury. He pushed himself. “Leading up to the final, I was prepared to sacrifice everything to be there. Think of the film Rocky. That was me, only without the woolly hat and without landing punches into lumps of meat,” he says. Iniesta played in Rome; he excelled and Barcelona won. On returning home, the city serenaded through the streets and a capacity crowd greeted the players at Camp Nou. Iniesta had dressed up for it: “I had a scarf around my head, like Rambo.” There is a wry mischief in these observations, because Iniesta knows his appearance does not suggest a warrior. He stands barely 5ft 7in and, with his wan skin and retreating hairline, looks impossibly dainty for a rough sport. The European champions play their best football when the diminutive Xavi is setting the pulse, little Leo Messi attacking the penalty area and Iniesta divining and irrigating the paths in between. Nobody would cast Stallone to play any of those three.
Iniesta often glows best on the big nights. Against Internazionale on Tuesday, he seized the authority from the start of a Champions League fixture that had assumed an alarming importance for the title-holders. Barcelona had the match won within half an hour. Asked why Barça had looked so superior to his Inter, the defeated coach, Jose Mourinho, merely posed another question: “How many Iniestas are there in the world?” Two days later, Barcelona had given Iniesta a new contract carrying a buyout clause of €200m while his coach, Pep Guardiola, beamed: “Iniesta is a jewel.”
The head coach and Iniesta go back a long way. Guardiola was Barcelona’s captain when the 12-year-old Iniesta left his pueblo of Fuentealbilla in La Mancha to move 300-odd miles to board at Barça’s fabled La Masia and study at the club’s academy. He cried with homesickness, at first. By his mid-teens he was recognised not only as a footballer with fine close control, at speed, head raised, eyes alert to movements around him, but as a telepathic passer. That soon identified him as the bearer of a baton Barcelona prize like a royal sceptre: the home-grown midfield visionary, a line that runs from Guardiola, now 38, through Xavi, 29, to Iniesta, 25, to Cesc Fabregas, 22, and once of La Masia. Guardiola gilded the legend by pointing to the young Iniesta when he was playing in a youth team and saying to Xavi: “That guy is going to retire us both.”
Iniesta made his first-team debut at 18. His versatility helped advance his career — he fluctuated between central midfield, sometimes deep, sometimes advanced, and was also asked to play on the left and right wings. If he had a defect in his first few seasons, it was his finishing. He had all the equipment to work himself into threatening territory but an untrustworthy shot. He worked on that and the labour paid off in the second leg of a Champions League semi-final in London. At Stamford Bridge that night in May, Iniesta’s drive in the final minute of stoppage time sent Barcelona to Rome. “It was the greatest moment of my career,” says Iniesta, in whose forthcoming diary of the season, Un Any Al Paradis, the strike is described thus: “I connected with that shot with the outside, not the inside or the tip of my boot, but right from my heart, with all my might.”
He celebrated with uncharacteristic abandon. “I stripped off my shirt, which is something I never do. I then thought the referee would book me for that.” The Norwegian official, Tom Ovrebo, who made a series of notoriously poor judgments, took a benign view of the shirtless Iniesta.
That counts as a Rambo moment. There have been rockier times, too. Iniesta lost one of his closest friends in football in August when Dani Jarque, the captain of Espanyol, collapsed and died. They had been roommates in various Spain youth and under-21 squads. Iniesta had been looking through the souvenirs of his career just before he heard the news and had come across “about 20 jerseys” given to him at various times by Jarque. He found himself reduced suddenly to tears for weeks afterwards, asking: “What is it all about?”.
Iniesta is a sensitive man who talks affectionately of his family and friends, and is just as happy relating how, a few days after winning a unique Liga-Copa-Champions League treble, he was mistaken for a waiter in a restaurant as he is remembering the nights that glowed.
There is one story at which he glowers, a rumour that, as a boy, he supported Real Madrid. Barcelonistas would forgive Iniesta were it true but he says it is not and his explanation of how the tale surfaced sounds sweet. “As I child I was a culé, a Barça fan, but my real first team was the local one, Albacete. Then when I was about seven, Barcelona beat Albacete and scored seven goals. Seven! Against my Albacete! So I felt very angry and for a little while I went around saying I preferred Madrid just because I was upset with Barça.”
The edge between the two grandees of Iberia, who meet at Camp Nou tonight, only sharpens with maturity, adds Iniesta. “In the build-up to a Barcelona-Madrid game, the players feel the same as the fans. There is a high-level tension, a good tension. This is the game that paralyses the whole country, even when the league’s already been won or lost, even if there’s 15 points separating the sides.” The current distance is one point, the challengers just ahead of the champions in La Liga. Yet Barcelona will be fortified by recalling that by the end of the most recent episode of club football’s most famous rivalry the distance between the clubs was four goals. Barcelona’s 6-2 win seven months ago in Madrid set records and left a profound impression on Iniesta as he was substituted with the outcome certain and left the field.
“As I walked towards our bench I heard the ovation from the crowd. But it wasn’t our fans. It was the Bernabeu regulars. I don’t think the clapping was for me particularly but it was recognition of the football we had played. That’s not something you see every day, the Bernabeu giving an ovation to their ultimate rival. They were clapping a team who had just put six past their side. And not just any team, the one they most despise. I’ll never forget that.”
So, a noble gesture from a noble old foe, then? “As far as the people who go to the Bernabeu stadium are concerned, they like to watch good football. But the idea of this ‘senorio blanco’, the gentlemanliness of Real Madrid, does get a bit exaggerated.”
Iniesta apparently felt obliged to add that point, in case he should be mistaken for somebody harbouring a grain of affection for the club from Spain’s capital.
ON TV TODAY
Barcelona v Real Madrid
6pm Sky Sports 1
Andres Iniesta: 'Don’t call me Rambo' | European Football - Times Online
Andres Iniesta: 'Don’t call me Rambo'
The self-effacing Barça star loves Rocky films and hopes to help his side deliver a knockout blow to Real Madrid
Andres Iniesta
Ian Hawkey Recommend? Andres Iniesta glows at night. Or at least that’s how they portray him, with his porcelain complexion, in the popular satire Crackovia, which lampoons Barcelona’s football team on Catalan television each week. In the show, Iniesta is the shy, boyish, benevolent, slightly sleepy figure whose pale face can light itself up in the dark, to the awed fascination of his colleagues.
Iniesta laughs at the caricature, though he is keen to add that the reticent, withdrawn and timid figure of the comedy is unlike the real man. Give him some time under a sun lamp, he jokes, and he would tan like any Mediterranean native. Give him a cause or a challenge and he can turn as aggressive as more demonstrative colleagues. The public Iniesta may be self-effacing; in the private one lurks a Sylvester Stallone.
Listen to this description of the build-up to this year’s Champions League final. Iniesta had seemed a doubt to face Manchester United because of injury. He pushed himself. “Leading up to the final, I was prepared to sacrifice everything to be there. Think of the film Rocky. That was me, only without the woolly hat and without landing punches into lumps of meat,” he says. Iniesta played in Rome; he excelled and Barcelona won. On returning home, the city serenaded through the streets and a capacity crowd greeted the players at Camp Nou. Iniesta had dressed up for it: “I had a scarf around my head, like Rambo.” There is a wry mischief in these observations, because Iniesta knows his appearance does not suggest a warrior. He stands barely 5ft 7in and, with his wan skin and retreating hairline, looks impossibly dainty for a rough sport. The European champions play their best football when the diminutive Xavi is setting the pulse, little Leo Messi attacking the penalty area and Iniesta divining and irrigating the paths in between. Nobody would cast Stallone to play any of those three.
Iniesta often glows best on the big nights. Against Internazionale on Tuesday, he seized the authority from the start of a Champions League fixture that had assumed an alarming importance for the title-holders. Barcelona had the match won within half an hour. Asked why Barça had looked so superior to his Inter, the defeated coach, Jose Mourinho, merely posed another question: “How many Iniestas are there in the world?” Two days later, Barcelona had given Iniesta a new contract carrying a buyout clause of €200m while his coach, Pep Guardiola, beamed: “Iniesta is a jewel.”
The head coach and Iniesta go back a long way. Guardiola was Barcelona’s captain when the 12-year-old Iniesta left his pueblo of Fuentealbilla in La Mancha to move 300-odd miles to board at Barça’s fabled La Masia and study at the club’s academy. He cried with homesickness, at first. By his mid-teens he was recognised not only as a footballer with fine close control, at speed, head raised, eyes alert to movements around him, but as a telepathic passer. That soon identified him as the bearer of a baton Barcelona prize like a royal sceptre: the home-grown midfield visionary, a line that runs from Guardiola, now 38, through Xavi, 29, to Iniesta, 25, to Cesc Fabregas, 22, and once of La Masia. Guardiola gilded the legend by pointing to the young Iniesta when he was playing in a youth team and saying to Xavi: “That guy is going to retire us both.”
Iniesta made his first-team debut at 18. His versatility helped advance his career — he fluctuated between central midfield, sometimes deep, sometimes advanced, and was also asked to play on the left and right wings. If he had a defect in his first few seasons, it was his finishing. He had all the equipment to work himself into threatening territory but an untrustworthy shot. He worked on that and the labour paid off in the second leg of a Champions League semi-final in London. At Stamford Bridge that night in May, Iniesta’s drive in the final minute of stoppage time sent Barcelona to Rome. “It was the greatest moment of my career,” says Iniesta, in whose forthcoming diary of the season, Un Any Al Paradis, the strike is described thus: “I connected with that shot with the outside, not the inside or the tip of my boot, but right from my heart, with all my might.”
He celebrated with uncharacteristic abandon. “I stripped off my shirt, which is something I never do. I then thought the referee would book me for that.” The Norwegian official, Tom Ovrebo, who made a series of notoriously poor judgments, took a benign view of the shirtless Iniesta.
That counts as a Rambo moment. There have been rockier times, too. Iniesta lost one of his closest friends in football in August when Dani Jarque, the captain of Espanyol, collapsed and died. They had been roommates in various Spain youth and under-21 squads. Iniesta had been looking through the souvenirs of his career just before he heard the news and had come across “about 20 jerseys” given to him at various times by Jarque. He found himself reduced suddenly to tears for weeks afterwards, asking: “What is it all about?”.
Iniesta is a sensitive man who talks affectionately of his family and friends, and is just as happy relating how, a few days after winning a unique Liga-Copa-Champions League treble, he was mistaken for a waiter in a restaurant as he is remembering the nights that glowed.
There is one story at which he glowers, a rumour that, as a boy, he supported Real Madrid. Barcelonistas would forgive Iniesta were it true but he says it is not and his explanation of how the tale surfaced sounds sweet. “As I child I was a culé, a Barça fan, but my real first team was the local one, Albacete. Then when I was about seven, Barcelona beat Albacete and scored seven goals. Seven! Against my Albacete! So I felt very angry and for a little while I went around saying I preferred Madrid just because I was upset with Barça.”
The edge between the two grandees of Iberia, who meet at Camp Nou tonight, only sharpens with maturity, adds Iniesta. “In the build-up to a Barcelona-Madrid game, the players feel the same as the fans. There is a high-level tension, a good tension. This is the game that paralyses the whole country, even when the league’s already been won or lost, even if there’s 15 points separating the sides.” The current distance is one point, the challengers just ahead of the champions in La Liga. Yet Barcelona will be fortified by recalling that by the end of the most recent episode of club football’s most famous rivalry the distance between the clubs was four goals. Barcelona’s 6-2 win seven months ago in Madrid set records and left a profound impression on Iniesta as he was substituted with the outcome certain and left the field.
“As I walked towards our bench I heard the ovation from the crowd. But it wasn’t our fans. It was the Bernabeu regulars. I don’t think the clapping was for me particularly but it was recognition of the football we had played. That’s not something you see every day, the Bernabeu giving an ovation to their ultimate rival. They were clapping a team who had just put six past their side. And not just any team, the one they most despise. I’ll never forget that.”
So, a noble gesture from a noble old foe, then? “As far as the people who go to the Bernabeu stadium are concerned, they like to watch good football. But the idea of this ‘senorio blanco’, the gentlemanliness of Real Madrid, does get a bit exaggerated.”
Iniesta apparently felt obliged to add that point, in case he should be mistaken for somebody harbouring a grain of affection for the club from Spain’s capital.
ON TV TODAY
Barcelona v Real Madrid
6pm Sky Sports 1
And he wouldnt get a game for us in a 2 man midfield if you listen to some of the morons on here.
He would never get a game for us because he would never leave the catalan giants.
Makes it look piss easy.
That's because for him it was mate, a bloody training session. He's a player I could watch all day, his pass and go style reminds me of Zidane and his dribbles into spaces constantly probing defences but he isn't on that level yet.
Watch out for this lad in the world cup.
Would it be fair to say he will be this generation's version of Paul Scholes?
He's quite a different player to Scholes, he doesn't have the same pass range and pass execution or vision in my opinion but he's better at dribbling,(it's no wonder he can be such an asset on the wing) drawing defences out etc
The player that reminds me the most of Scholes from this current generation is none other than Cesc Fabregas. He puts it where he wants to just like Scholes and his pass range is far and wide. Would love it if he came here, but he's destined for Barca it seems.
Far better short game both passing and vision then Scholes, Scholes has a better long range game... both in passing and vision.
whatever Chris
On the contrary, i do agree with Christofaux. Scholes' close range game is at best on par with Iniesta. His long range game of passing, shooting, heading, timing of runs into the box is a lot better than Iniesta.
He's out of the first leg. Big, big loss for them.
They will be fine.What's this exaggeration Elvis ?
If Fabregas misses the match he'll be a bigger loss to arsenal.
They won't, everyone wanks themselves silly about Barcelona thinking they willl obliterate every team in their path. Football isn't like that, particularly at this stage of the Champions League. This will be a tight game and there won't be goals galore (People predicted the same from our tie with them in 2009 and 2008). I think Arsenal could well nick the home leg 2-1.
And Iniesta is a big blow for them, he and Xavi are what make that team click, allowing the likes of Messi to thrive.
And Iniesta is a big blow for them, he and Xavi are what make that team click, allowing the likes of Messi to thrive.
Barca's biggest strength is that they still play really without Iniesta or Xavi.They proved it before.I think you're just secretly hoping Arsenal will benefit from it that's all.
Hell they even convincingly beat Inter without Messi and Ibra so if Iniesta alone isn't playing (among their important players) then it's not so much of a " big blow "
Well David Silva isn't Iniesta, but he's pretty close. Valencia may need to sell him this summer, and at 24 he's got plenty left in the tank. I'd pay Berbatov or Hargreaves money for him - 25-30 mil
He scores goals, can play on either wing or in the middle of the park. I expect a long thread in the transfer forum on him for much of this summer, but maybe he'll go to a big Italian or Spanish club before he comes to England. That is, if Valencia are forced to sell.
Iniesta, Xavi Hernandez, Xabi Alonso, Fabregas, David Silva ... the Spanish national team doesn't lack for quality midfielders these days. In Senna and Busquets they have a pair of excellent defensive mids as well.
He scores goals, can play on either wing or in the middle of the park. I expect a long thread in the transfer forum on him for much of this summer, but maybe he'll go to a big Italian or Spanish club before he comes to England. That is, if Valencia are forced to sell.
Iniesta, Xavi Hernandez, Xabi Alonso, Fabregas, David Silva ... the Spanish national team doesn't lack for quality midfielders these days. In Senna and Busquets they have a pair of excellent defensive mids as well.
Iniesta is a talent but hes been a little out of it lately, hes a miss but i would think it would be more worrying if Xavi was out
I watched Barcelona without Xavi a couple of weeks ago and it had very little effect on their overall performance. Xavis even more influential than Iniesta so really can't see it being much of a problem for them.
Si, the fundametals is always there, Barca dominated at th San Siro with Iniesta only playing a short cameo, Keita can fill his boots if called upon. If Messi got injured, well that's really a problem.