teambarca-spain:

Xavi Hernandez and Iker Casillas at press conference

2B 2GETHA 4EVA~

via  50shadesoflaufeyson  (originally  teambarca-spain)


Iker y el “comando culé”

311e:

hairat:

all-about-pique:

I finish dinner, go up the elevator to the fifth floor and right before i go out… dunduduuun! I find a game of parcheesi going on! Seems that lately the guys from the national team  are motivated by this strategy game! Jajajaja! Here’s a part of the “commando culé” (I say this with all the love in the world)! Jajajajaja

OMG Iker.  How are you even real.

these dorks

seriously, all the <3 and respect for this captain. what goobers.

via  elleislame  (originally  crisaserendipity)


The Big, Unnecessary Numbers Behind the Little King of Spain and Barcelona

goodmenproject:

Xavi doesn’t look like your traditional athlete, Elliot Turner writes, but that doesn’t make him any less of one. Sounds familiar, no?

This piece is part of a special series on the End of Gender. This series includes bloggers from Role/Reboot, Good Men Project, The Huffington Post, Salon, HyperVocal, Ms. Magazine, YourTango, Psychology Today, Princess Free Zone, The Next Great Generation, and Man-Making.

Sometimes you only need one glance to recognize genius. In the painting, a landscape will surround you. In writing, a sentence jumps off the page. Sport is no different, yet the physical component clouds the view. Yes, sport requires athleticism. But our own societal prejudices—classifying a gender’s physical trait as desirable or discard-able—also cast a fog over our own eyes. Broad shoulders, bulging biceps, thunder thighs, Xavi Hernandez has none of these. He would never be confused with Mark McGuire or another juiced-up home-run hitter from baseball’s Steroid Era. He’s just the essential soccer player to Spain’s dominance of Europe and the World.

via  50shadesoflaufeyson  (originally  goodmenproject)


marylu21:

Vintage Valencia

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i won’t lie, my lady parts were on fi-yah —in an awesome way— when he looked like this. ugh, come back to me you ruggedly handsome catalan prince.

via  piqueinme  (originally  cristiamo)


larojacampeones:

The passing of a La Roja Legend… Chus Pereda:

Remebering Chus, a legendary FC Barcelona midfielder for 8 seasons, who played a part in the history of Spanish football when he played for the first La Roja team to win a UEFA Euro Championship in 1964, passed away yesterday at the age of 73. 

“He is one of the reasons for the success that La Seleccion is today,” says Del Bosque, “He was a great player, continued to remain very close to La Seleccion, and he is part of the history and success of Spanish football. He had a great appreciation for the sport. As a person, he was a great guy, very loving, very affectionate, he was always very aware of us and always very close to the team.”

May he rest in peace. 

(source)



This resurgence of Sergio Ramos luv on my dash makes my body feel so many damn emotions. I mean feelings. Tingly feelings. 

WHO AM I KIDDING? THE MAN’S ENTIRE EXISTENCE MAKES ME WANT TO CRY.



“We talk , we talk a lot, Íker and I. We do. And not now because of that Barça-Madrid fight. No, no. We have talked all our lives, our friendship is at least 15 years strong, since we met at the Sub-17. We put our friendship before everything else.” - Xavi Hernandez, on his relationship with Iker Casillas.

via  mrpepster  (originally  itsaleks)


via  bola-de-drac  (originally  sr4ever)


Pepe Reina & David Villa, best friends!

via  dl123-futbol  (originally  principe-astur)