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Barcelona beat Real Madrid but at a cost to the beauty of the game
The dark side of football emerged as tensions ran high between the two great Spanish sides
Players and officials from Real Madrid and Barcelona clash during their Champions League tie.
The best match-up in club football is blessed by majesty and cursed by histrionics. As the heat rises in the corporate and cultural rivalry between these two great institutions we see a reversion to a child-like state, in which players exaggerate the impact of tackles, roll around clutching unhurt faces, mob the referee and brawl on the way to the dressing rooms at half-time.
This is not a pious Premier League interpretation. Goodness knows English football has its dark sides. But the theatricality in these Real Madrid-Barcelona games is now too widespread to ignore, even after Lionel Messi has implanted a final memory of beauty with one of his slaloming, goalscoring runs.
Two goals from the world's best player when Real were down to 10 men set up a likely peach of a final: Manchester United v Barcelona, Wembley, 28 May.
Never mind the stampede for 2012 Olympic tickets, how would they meet the demand for the rematch of Rome 2009? Both United and Barça take two-goal leads home with them for next week's second legs. Unlike the Schalke tie at Old Trafford, this one will be wreathed in acrimony and recrimination.
When all the poison has washed down the drains, the truth is that Real's fightback against Catalan dominance looks broken. Unless Barça collapse at the Camp Nou, José Mourinho, who staked his reputation on this most complex of managerial tasks, will enter the summer recess with only the Copa del Rey to cuddle. Barça will almost certainly win La Liga and the Champions League trophy looks destined for either the team Mourinho would one day like to coach (United) or the club who have blocked his ascent in Spain.
This was the kind of spectacle that appeals to fans of televised, live mayhem, and it was a violation of talent and many of the laws of the game, however uplifting Messi's second goal. Shortly before the interval Pedro was struck in the chest by Alvaro Arbeloa and went down as if smashed in the face, and our old friend from the Catalan Old Vic, Sergio Busquets, hit the deck after being caught by Marcelo, an escalation in tension that produced a mêlée as the teams left the field for refreshments.
The headline moment in that disturbance was José Pinto, Barça's reserve keeper, slapping Arbeloa. This 18-day, four-match marathon was bound to boil over one day, because both sides have routinely tried to con match officials and Barcelona have sought sanctuary from Real's raised aggression with a kind of wincing hyper-sensitivity.
When the teams came back out, chaos descended with Pepe's risky jab at the knee of Dani Alves, who reacted as if an unscheduled amputation had taken place, and Mourinho was sent to the stands after seeing his team reduced to 10 men for the fourth consecutive time in clashes between these clubs (following the same thing happening to his Internazionale team against Barcelona a year ago).
At the heart of all this was Madrid's desperation to escape Barcelona's artistic shadow. Mourinho said before Round 3 of the series: "I am the same boss that lost 5-0 to Barça [in November]. Exactly the same. I don't have a magic trick." There m'lud, is incontrovertible proof of his gift for dissemination. Same boss? Don't have a magic potion? Every hour since that dark night was a quest for retribution.
European football's most persistent agent provocateur was not built to be humiliated. To him the game is an exercise in power, in subjugation, which is what made his appointment at Real so compelling. Sparks were bound to fly as Mourinho sought a way to reconcile his highly organised and cautious style with the demand in these parts for entertainment. The 5-0 defeat at the Camp Nou last year, then, was an insult he has tried to avenge with ceaseless tactical and psychological pressure.
On the field Real found to their cost that fire-fighting on every blade of grass was an invitation to the enemy to inflict death by triangular passing. A new method was required: more attacking pressure, higher up the pitch, an extra dose of venom in the tackle, more hounding of referees and a beefed-up list of insinuations about Barcelona's influence over match officials.
In this first leg Mourinho the arch pragmatist retook the stage. Real, on their own turf, lined up with two lines of fortifications – a traditional back four, plus Xabi Alonso, Pepe and Lassana Diarra packed into three defensive midfield positions, to stop the antics of Messi, Pedro and Xavi, while Cristiano Ronaldo, Mesut Ozil and Angel di María roamed in counterattacking roles. This was Mourinho not caring about aesthetics or public opinion beyond Spain's borders.
An ex‑Camp Nou employee himself, Mourinho has always played up Barça's sinister side. This week the Real coach turned his rhetorical fire on Pep Guardiola, to no avail. In each of the season's first three clashes a Real player had left the pitch early. The dismissals of Sergio Ramos in November and, this month, Raúl Albiol (La Liga) and Di María (Copa del Rey final) had all been rolled into Mourinho's conspiracy theories about Barcelona's political influence and now he has a fresh disciplinary problem to confront with his own reaction to Pepe's ejection.
As Messi brightened up a blighted scene, the stadium seethed, controversies lined up to run and run and the two sets of fans denounced each other as "whores". This was not really a football match. It was warped political theatre and there is more to come next week.
Barcelona beat Real Madrid but at a cost to the beauty of the game | Paul Hayward | Football | The Guardian