Well, we weren't the only people here tonight. In fact, there were 23,000 other hardy souls here, that had braved the cold Tokyo night and we were rewarded with... not a bad game, actually, and a 3-0 win for Jeonbuk Hyundai Motors that confirms them as the fifth best team in the world. If you have a problem with that, you should probably take the matter up with FIFA rather than with me.

This evening, it was a win for the away side. South Korea may be closer to Tokyo than New Zealand geographically, but a mixture of the usual animosity towards the Japanese towards all things Korean and the opportunistic Auckland signing of former Japanese international Teru Iwamoto ensured that the crowd here were honorary Kiwis for the evening. The win was, in truth, a slightly flattering one for JHM. Had Auckland taken the chances that did fall their way, the result could have been very different. They certainly started the better of the two teams, with Mulrooney shooting just wide after collecting a cross from the impressive Grant Young on five minutes, and Young himself shooting to bring out a decent catch out of JHM goalkeeper Sun Tae Kwoun after twelve minutes.

Soon enough, though, the barometer began to swing in the opposite direction, and on sixteen minutes JHM took the lead. A lovely feint from Hyun Seung Lee enabled a one-two with Hyeung Bum Kim, and he shot low into the corner of the net from the angle of the penalty area. Now settled, JHM pressed forward with the intention of killing the match stone dead. Kim, who was the best player on the pitch, pulled a shot across the face of goal a few minutes later, and just after an hour in, they doubled their advantage when Kim fired a tremendous shot into the corner of the net from twenty-five yards out.

Auckland had chances to get back into the game, but were denied through a mixture of bad luck and poor finishing. Just before half-time, they were denied a penalty when Young seemed to be tripped inside the penalty area, but the key moment came ten minutes into the second half, when Young got passed his man again and sent a perfect low ball across the six yard area. Bryan Little came charging in and should have scored, but made a complete hash of his shot and the ball rolled harmlessly wide. From then on, there was only one team that were going to finish on top, as the differences in fitness and technical ability started to show. Zecarlo had a low shot well saved by the Auckland goalkeeper Nicholson, and then on seventy-two minutes, another excellent run by Kim was ended with a clattering foul. In spite of the best attempts of the crowd (enthusiastically egged on by the Auckland players), Zecarlo stepped up to put the result beyond any reasonable doubt. There was still time for for excitement for the Japanese crowd, though, as Iwamoto came off the bench to thunderous applause. A couple of minutes after his introduction, he nearly scored with a long range shot that went just wide.

Of course, it was an entertaining evening of football. I've long been a believer that you don't need the likes of Barcelona and Chelsea (especially not Chelsea) to have a great match. Auckland, to my considerable disappointment, didn't even manage a goal in their two matches here, but the long term benefits are tangible. Likely to be back next year, they can surely expect increased attention at home - but can they avoid the temptation of increased competition in the Asia-affiliated A-League? For JHM, there are no such quandaries. It's back to the K-League, and the Asian Nations Cup. Given the somewhat fortuitous way in which they qualified for it in the first place (as you may recall, they were the Korean FA Cup winners rather than K-League champions), we may not be seeing them back here in the immediate future.

After all the excitement of Barcelona's magnificent performance against Club America last night, it's almost crashing back to earth that we're back in the Olympic Stadium for Auckland City against Jeonbuk Hyundai Motors this evening. I don't mean this as a slight against either of these fine sporting establishments. The Olympic Stadium is easily the least loveable of the venues that we have visited over the last five days (in my humble opinion, football stadia with athletics tracks around them should be treated with the sort of disdain usually reserved for reality TV show stars), and it's Friday night - usually a time for excessive boozing and making a fool of myself at home in Brighton. Still, I managed to walk here on my own in good time (I'm counting this as a major achievement, considering that I can still read no Japanese whatsoever and my spoken vocabulary has only expanded to four words), and I'm nice and settled in the Media Centre here, having spent the afternoon looking at shiny things in a frankly bewildering electronics store in Shibuya this afternoon.

So, what to make of this evening's match? Well, first things first: Jeonbuk were somewhat unfortunate to be beaten by Club America in their quarter-final match. They started extremely positively, and it was only a lack of imagination going forward that prevented them from seeing off the Mexicans. It's probably fair to say that they won't need to find such inspiration against the New Zealanders, who struggled to do anything of note against Ahly SC, and were eventually seen off fairly comfortably. As has been noted on here before, though, Jeonbuk seem to have a singularly characterless team. They are the only team of the six that I would still be able to name a player from and, whilst their work ethic and technique are first rate, they lack any sort of attacking spark. Hopefully, with the pressure off tonight, they will loosen their tactical straitjacket and show us what they're capable of.

Auckland City worked hard against Ahly SC, but their defeat was as deserved as it was expected. An excellent performance from Jonathan Perry pegged Ahly back until five minutes into the second half, though it is worth remembering that, had the Egyptians not been extremely wasteful in the first half, the match might have been over by half-time. I don't personally like the notion that any team in any competition are there to "make up the numbers", but the situation regarding their involvement shows the slightly farcical turn that football has taken in this part of the world. Australia withdrew from the Oceania Football Confederation to join the Asian Football Confederation, reckoning that the increased competition at national level would help their chances of development on the pitch. This has meant that the Australian clubs are now treated as Asian, and can't qualify to represent the OFC. The New Zealand Knights may be falling off the bottom of the A-League (a subject that has already been covered on here), but they are still the best team in New Zealand. Auckland's qualification was almost by default. To get here, they beat teams from Fiji, the Solomon Islands, Tahiti and Papua New Guinea. I don't mean to sound rude here, but FIFA have to address this issue before next year's tournament.

The answer, as I've said before, is to expand it. The World Club Cup can absorb one or two teams of this size in a sixteen club tournament, but there's nowhere to hide in a six club competition. Auckland were terrific against Ahly, don't get me wrong. They played their hearts out and will certainly have gained massively from the experience of coming here and the increased exposure that they have received from it, but the question of whether they should be here at all is a completely different one. I certainly wish them good luck tonight. This tournament could do with a surprise or two.

The competition proper starts today. I'll kick off by apologising for the lack of activity on here yesterday, but the jet lag hit me like a tidal wave, and I was unable to function for most of the day. Today, however, I'm fully recovered and able to post. again, I'm at The Olympic Stadium in Tokyo, and later on I'll be posting up my thoughts on this evening's semi-final between Ahly SC and SC Internacional later on. It is, I have to say, the match that I've been looking forward to the most. Two open, attacking sides, each with plenty of flair players. It promises to be a most absorbing evening.

With two semi-finals coming up, you might be forgiven for thinking that we're approaching some sort of climax here in Japan, but the truth of the matter is that things are only just warming up. With the fifth/sixth and third/fourth place play-offs to follow, we're not even a third of the way through the entire schedule and, in saying this, I'm hitting at the key issue in problems that FIFA have had with the selling of this tournament. At the moment, the World Club Cup is suffering from an image problem. It's kind of understandable, given that none of our teams are taking place, but the silence over this competition from the English press is deafening. The fact of the matter is that the World Club Cup is currently neither fish nor fowl. The set up, with six teams - one from each of the FIFA confederations - taking part is unsatisfactory. But I'm not here to be cynical. As I know that Sepp Blatter religiously reads this blog (who else could all those hits from Geneva be coming from?), I'm going to offer some of my patented brilliant advice on how to make the World Club Cup work.

Now, I don't think that I have to argue that football needs a World Club Championship. It needs it because there is a lot of fantastic football in the world. Europe may think it's the best, and it's certainly (in terms of revenue, if nothing else) the biggest, but that's not really enough, is it? I couldn't give two damns for these lists which show what clubs bring in the most money each year, and how much their overall turnover is. If this is all that matters, they might as well dispense with the football altogether, open up department stores and we can replace the league tables with the FTSE 100 Share Index. Where it counts is on the pitch. Football is a global game, and it needs a global tournament. We have the World Cup, of course, but most of us put our allegiance to our club team before our allegiance to our national team. Our club team is the bread and butter of our existence. We should have a global club tournament so that we can say with a degree of authority who is the best. We don't have that at the moment, because the tournament in it's current format doesn't carry the required weight. If Barcelona lose against Ahly SC or in the final, it won't be the end of their world. They'll return to Catalunya and resume their battle to become the champions of Europe again. The big European clubs have had a fairly dismal record in this competition since it started, so it needs to be changed to bring them onside.

The ideal World Club Cup needs to be played in the summer. There are, it seems to me, tournaments every summer at the moment, but there are still spaces in the calendar which it can be played. If we take it as read that the three big international competitions are the World Cup, the European Championships and the Copa America, then there is a spare summer that can be used. The tournament needs to be bigger. Sixteen teams should be sufficient - five from Europe, four from South America, two from Central and North America, two from Africa, two from Asia and one from Oceania. The tournament should be rotated around the world, rather than kept in one country. Much as I like Japan (and they are doing an excellent job of hosting this tournament), it makes sense for it to be played at times that are convenient for European television audiences. FIFA may need to take a small loss on it for a while too, in order to ensure that the potential earnings from it for the competing teams is high enough for them to sit up and take an interest.

There is no reason why this can't be a success. The world's appetite for football is insatiable. To say that the introduction of a World Club Cup is over-saturation is, frankly, hogwash - the sort put forward by big European clubs who want the Champions League to be the be-all-and-end-all, because they're in prime place at the trough at that tournament. I don't care about them. I want these so-called "big" European clubs to stand up and be counted. I want them to come to tournaments like this one and perform. Being the best in the world should matter them, because it sure as hell matters to the Brazilians - something which is borne out by the previous results on this tournament.

For now, though, we have what we have, and it's great. Of course it is. Whether it's Internacional fans singing themselves hoarse at Schiphol Airport a full five days before their team was due to be involved at all, or Club America's Rojas using a part of his anatomy to score a goal which most coaches and players use merely to speak out of - and I can't help but think that the tournament will start to heat up now. The cynics are missing out.

Okay. We're trying a slightly different approach this evening. It's so cold out here that I think I'm going to need to keep my fingers working to ward off frostbite. So, I'm going to report this match as it happens.

7.15: I'm still wondering where all these photographers and hacks have suddenly appeared from. There are dozens of them, swarming around the entrance as the teams come out. Jeonbuk Hyundai Motors have come out wearing puffa jackets. It's not that much colder here than it is in South Korea, is it?

7.17: The two teams line up while an "anthem" of sorts (trumpets with a rock beat) plays in the background. The big screen behind the goal pans along the line of players, as it would if this was an international. Some of the players look as if they think that they should be singing. A couple of the Jeonbuk players appear to be gamely mouthing some (presumably made up) words. The Club America players merely look stern. That's the word. Stern.

7.20: Kick-off, bang on time. 90% of the noise inside the ground is coming from about 100 very noisy America fans behind the goal to my right.

7.25: Jeonbuk Motors have had the best of the early exchanges. They had one corner (an unforced error by Davino), which resulted in Ochoa having to punch under pressure. Jeonbuk look hungry and well-organised. Club America look sloppy.

7.28: The first real chance falls to America, but it's from a hideous mistake by the JHM goalkeeper Kwoun, who fluffs a clearance. Lopez reacts quickly, but with his back to goal his shot dribbles wide.

7.32: Both teams seem nervy, but America are very quick going forward. Blanco shoots wide from a very narrow angle. It's already evident that 70% of their attacking play is going to come through him or Claudio Lopez.

7.35: There are serious gaps in the JHM defensive line. Blanco shoots well over from twenty-yards out, but he shouldn't be getting that amount of space. America seem to have overcome their early nerves and are starting to take control.

7.37: Another chance for America. Lopez tries to lob Kwoun from twenty yards, but the ball drops just over. It's starting to feel like it'll only be a matter of time before they score.

7.40: The referee looks EXACTLY the same as one of his linesmen. From this distance. they could be identical twin brothers. Uncanny. Or... have FIFA started cloning referees? As you may have guessed, there's not a lot going on at the moment. Even the America supporters fell silent for a minute or two.

7.43: Suddenly, excitement! Good approach play down the right hand side from Cabanas and a terrific pass puts Lopez in, and he lifts the ball over the oncoming goalkeeper, but also well over the crossbar as well. The boy should have done better and, from the look on his face on the big screen a couple of seconds afterwards, I suspect that he knows it too.

7.48: This has got the feel of last night's game, but it's much better. JHM are much better organised than Auckland City were, but if I was going to bet on someone to score, I'd go for America. A surprise early substitution from JHM, too. Wang off, Botti on. Make of that what you wish.

7.53: Half a chance for JHM! A lovely ball across the six yard area from Hyeung Bum Kin, but the forward can't get on the end of it. A couple of minutes later, the first yellow card goes to JHM's Young Sun Kim for a nasty looking tackle on Fabiano Pereira. As he's taken off on a stretcher (he looks alright to me), the JHM fans shout "BORING! BORING! BORING!"at him.

7.58: Another defensive crisis for JHM. A sliced defender's clearance fools the goalkeeper, and for a second it looks like it's going to trickle in to give America a hilarious lead - it rolls wide, though.

8.00: The best chance of the game falls to Lopez, who's suddenly and unexpectedly put through after an impromptu game of pinball on the edge of the JHM penalty area. From a slight angle, he shoots just wide - the replay makes it look as if Kwoun might have got a touch on it, though.

8.04: Another good chance for America, this time for Villa, who shoots wide after good approach play from Lopez. Lopez has looked like the only player of anything like world-class standard in this first half.

8.07: Half-time - JHM 0-0 Club America. I don't think it's a matter of "if rather than when" America score. JHM are a well-organised team, if prone to defensive lapses of concentration and looking lightweight up front. I'd still want to back America to win this, though.

8.30: Due to getting monstrously lost in the bowels of the stadium at half-time, your intrepid reporter has contrived to miss the first ten minutes of the second half. JHM appear to have started the stronger of the two sides, but as the ever-wise Suleiman said during the break, they are playing as if from a textbook. When they need to show any imagination, flair or individual skill, they are falling short.

8.37: Your intrepid reporter can report that four of the OleOle contingent (himself included) have been told off for trying to take photographs inside the ground. Impressive stuff. We're going to have to do this through the medium of subterfuge.

8.39: Suddenly, JHM have the best chance of the match so far. Botti (no sniggering, please) is put through from a pass from the right wing, but Ochoa makes an excellent save. Shortly afterwards, at the other end, Blanco tries one of his patented "bunny-hops", but gets it wrong hopelessly wrong, and doesn't even take the ball with him as he jumps. The fool.

8.45: The wheels have really started to come off this wagon over the last five minutes or so. There have been a few too many misplaced passes and some niggly fouls have started creeping in, too. It's all starting to look a little too much like last night for my liking. Mind you, I like America's away kit, though. More football shirts should have proper collars, if you ask me.

8.47: Another chance for JHM. Zecarlo carries the ball to six yards out, beating Castro on the way (Fideling while Rome burns, perhaps?), but the angle is too narrow and Ochoa blocks with his legs. Still, there are gaps starting to open up at the back if JHM show a little ambition. Lopez hasn't done anything since the break (well, he might have done in the first ten minutes, but I wouldn't know about that, for obvious reasons).

8.54: GOAL! JHM 0-1 Club America - Luckiest goal of the tournament, surely. A low ball across the edge of the six-yard area from the right is met by a stumbling Ricardo Rojas, who bundles the ball over the line with his back-side whilst in the sort of position that dogs get into when they're "cleaning themselves" on your living room carpet. The time of the goal - 79 minutes.

8.59: Substitute for JHM: Hyun Yeung replaced by Hoon Goo Geo. A couple of minutes later, In Ho Kim comes on for Chui Soon Choi. That's their lot, substitutes-wise. Club America must be confident of not conceding - Claudio Lopez, the best player on the pitch by a country mile, is replaced by Matias Vuoso. Five minutes plus stoppage time left to play.

9.04: Yet another terrible cross from JHM. Jung Kwan Chung is to blame this time. Their delivery has really let them down this evening.

9.06: A great chance for Salvador Cabanas to sew the game up when he's put through on goal by the impressive Fabiano Perreira, but he takes too long over it and allows Kwoun to block. A couple of minutes later he's put through again, but this time the ball rolls wide. There are huge, open gaps at the back for JHM now.

9.07: Three minutes added time. America seem to be trying to keep the ball in the corner for the whole of it. Unsurprisingly, it's cleared after about nine seconds. There's one final chance for JHM, but the cross is aimed at absolutely no-one whatsoever. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Ochoa is in no rush to get on with things.

9.10 Dear me. Cabanas is through on goal again, but Kwoun blocks well. From the rebound, Rojas blazes the ball over. Not that it makes any difference, because the full-time whistle sounds a few seconds later.

9.11 Full Time - Jeonbuk Hyundai Motors 0-1 Club America - and good value for it, on balance.

So, what to make of this? Club America, I rather feel, never got out of third gear this evening. Blanco played for half an hour before starting to fade, but Lopez is clearly still a class act and Fabiano Pereira also impressed up front. Their goalkeeper, Ochoa, put in a very solid display at the back. Jeonbuk Hyundai Motors did have the chances to take match this match by the scruff of the neck at 0-0, but after they went a goal down they never really threatened an equalizer. I'd be highly surprised if they didn't see off Auckland City in the fifth/sixth place play-off, though.

And that's your lot. I've got a day off tomorrow, so I may go off on a search for Tokyo's football culture. Alternatively, I might just sleep in until lunchtime, and go shopping in the afternoon. Whatever happens, I will be posting my meaty thoughts on here at some point, so don't forget to stop by.

Good morning/afternoon/evening, everyone. I was considering writing a full preview of today's match between Club America and Jeonbuk Hyundai Motors, but then it occurred to me that it will be kicking off by the time I've finished writing it, so I've take an executive decision to jettison that plan.

Sitting here in the Media Centre at The Olympic Stadium in Tokyo (which looks like nothing so much as a bigger model of the gymnasium at the school which I went to), I am struck by the considerably greater number of journalists here this evening than there were in Toyota City last night. Now, Toyota City is an absolute devil to get to, and it has to be said that they didn't miss the match of the tournament, but I was surprised to see quite so many empty seats at the Toyota Stadium last night. It doesn't look as if we're going to see the same thing happening again tonight, though. The presence of big hitters like Branco and Claudio Lopez has seen to that.

I was up until three o'clock this morning, watching Arsenal and Chelsea battle out a 1-1 draw at Stamford Bridge. It was nice to see Jens Lehmann and Didier Drogba auditioning for their places as pantomime villains in time for this Christmas, but I rather think that most of these casting decisions have already been made for this year, at least. What is interesting is the difference in cultures between football at home and football out here. Out here, it's all about friendship, in that almost-slightly-nauseating "hands across the ocean" way FIFA talks about things. I rather think that the supporters are supposed to leave the stadia after the match arm-in-arm, exchanging scarves and forging new friendships. At home, it's amusing to see the spit and bile that was accompanying the match played yesterday afternoon. From Alexander Hleb clattering into Ashley Cole in the first minute to Lehmann and Drogba pretending to have been knocked about by each other, there was no "togetherness in the name of football" on display at the Bridge yesterday.

It becomes difficult to take any of it seriously. Regardless of whatever Arsene and Jose were whining about after the match (and the good thing about watching matches that finish at three in the morning is that you don't have to sit through any of that guff afterwards), a point each did neither of them any favours. The only winners last weekend were the improbably unbeatable Manchester United. Meanwhile, out here in Japan, there is a bit of a buzz in the air this evening. It feels like, after something of a preliminary last night, there could be a real match on here tonight. I'll be back later to let you know, in my usual illiterate and rambling way, roughly what happened. In the mean-time, I'm off for a wander around outside the ground to see if i can find anything interesting to take photos of.

Well, we're one step closer to knowing who are going to be the World Club Champions. Or, rather, we aren't. To be precise, we're one step closer to knowing who aren't going to be the World Club Champions. It isn't going to be Auckland City, though this isn't an enormous surprise - the amateurs made an almighty scrap of it and lasted until the fifty-first minute before buckling, but in the end this was a routine victory for the African champions, who look as if they have got a lot of work to do if they're going to cause SC Internacional any serious difficulties in the semi-finals.

In all honesty, Ahly should have been have been two or three up by half-time - only tremendously profligate finishing prevented them from taking advantage of some extremely generous Auckland defending. They looked technically excellent in the middle third, but once the ball got anywhere near the Auckland goal, any semblance of composure went out of the window, and the ball ended up in the grateful arms of goalkeeper Nicholson or, more frequently, into the crowd behind the goal.

The breakthrough, when it eventually arrived, came six minutes into the second half, when Flavio turned past a defender on the edge of the penalty area and curled the ball into the top corner. It was a tremendous goal, especially considering the dislocated nature of what had preceded it, but Auckland City ultimately couldn't subsequently raise their game to the level required to give the Egyptians any major cause for concern. The game was sewn up with seventeen minutes to go, when Aboutrika curled a delightful free-kick past Nicholson, who stood motionless in that special position that goalkeepers reserve for when a shot is flying past them which they know that they can't do anything about. The biggest cheer of the night was reserved for the introduction of former Japan international Teri Iwamoto but, whilst he showed a decent first touch, he was clearly not match fit.

The atmosphere was what one might expect of such a match. FIFA announced the crowd as 29,900, but one would certainly question this, especially considering the vast banks of empty seats around the top tier of the stadium. Below us, there seemed to be an ongoing argument between a handful of perplexed looking stewards (and a solitary policeman) and about thirty Ahly supporters who seemed to be under the impression that they could, if they so chose, go and sit in the dug-out with the manager and the substitute. It all seemed to be fairly good natured, though and, considering that there seemed to be no more than a thousand or so of them, the level of noise that they made was impressive. Perhaps more will now fly out for the semi-finals. On this evidence, the team is going to need the fabled "twelfth man" that a good travelling support can bring them.

For Auckland City, there is only a fifth/sixth place play-off to look forward to, against Jeonbuk Hyundai Motors or Club America, and they're going to have their work cut out to avoid the wooden spoon. However, tonight they did at least demonstrate a commitment to trying to keep the ball on the floor, and they weren't the total walk-over that we might have expected them to be. Having said all of that, though, they will have benefited immeasurably from the increased exposure and financial rewards from getting into this competition in the first place - and they'll be another £5 or so better off if I'm successful in my next quest, which is to find an Auckland City scarf to bring home with me. If they've got any, I might bag myself a season ticket as well, while I'm about it. You know. Just in case.

To my considerable surprise, this post is coming to you from the media centre, deep in the bowels of the Toyota Stadium, in Toyota City. Sponsorship taken to its logical conclusion, I'm sure you'll agree. I've got my press pass, I've got my match ticket, and I'm ready to cheer on Auckland City against Ahly Sporting Club this evening.

Last night it was time to meet the bosses, whose idea of getting to know us was to take us to a Japanese restaurant and throw cold fish, hot fish, asparagus, meat and booze down our necks until I started arguing about why, at the time, it looked as if Tottenham had done a brilliant bit of business by signing Sergei Rebrov rather than Thierry Henry. Restless after everyone else had gone to bed, I wandered into town on my own and ended up watching the Manchester derby and Liverpool vs Fulham with a TEFL teacher from Yeovil. At one point, an Englishman walked in and asked breathlessly, "does anyone know how Ipswich got on today?", but we didn't. There had been no mention on the television of anybody playing below the Premiership. They don't know what they're missing out on.

This afternoon, we left for Toyota City on the Bullet Train. Whilst impressive to look at (it looks about twice the length of a standard British train), which didn't feel like it was going like a bullet. It took us an hour and three-quarters to reach Nagoya, and a further forty minutes on Nagoya's impressively baffling Metro system to reach the stadium itself. The Toyota Stadium is an impressive sight. Barely half a mile from the city centre, it was built in 2001 for the World Cup the following year, and is now the home of Gary Lineker's old mob, Nagoya Grampus 8. Having got my press pass and set up the laptop, I took the time to have a wander around the "Fan Festa", taking place in a car park outside the ground.

The perimeter of it was largely taken up with people selling food and drink, but at the end was a stage, upon which a large crowd was watching two people, one male and one female, talking about Brazil (I only knew this because I distinctly heard them mention "Ronaldinho" and "Ronaldo"). Now, I don't know if the Japanese are exceptionally easily pleased, or whether there was some hidden context that was missing to me, but it seemed like an awfully big crowd to be watching two people just sit and talk. If there had been dancing girls, or if they'd performed an impromptu "Kick Racism Out Of Football" song called "Da Doo Ron Atkinson" or something, then perhaps my interest in it could have been sustained for a little longer. As it was, two very cold looking people sitting on a stage didn't really do it for me, so I wandered back up here (taking time out en route to eat a taco and dribble approximately two-thirds of the content of it down my front) to write this.

One final memo to anybody that happens to be reading this from FIFA: if you're going to run a two page interview with somebody from Barcelona, can you use someone other than Carles Puyol? Not only is he dreadfully dull (sample: "You've spent a long time at FC Barcelona, beginning with your days at the cantera. What is it about FC Barcelona that fascinates? I can say with all confidence that FC Barcelona are the number club in the world", but he is also quite staggeringly ugly. Honestly - the guy's face could make milk curdle at fifty paces.