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Last week, FC Barcelona was pleased to invite-payment of 19 euros-a call Nou Camp Experience. Behind such a grandiose name hides a ticket that allows you to visit the museum of Barcelona and the Nou Camp. And what can I say, but this humble editor found the experience a tacky dot. They
in Barcelona Nou Camp is named, new field, because the authorities refused to Franco call him Joan Gamper. Barca founder, incidentally, was actually Hans Kamper, a Swiss who does not put a foot in Catalonia up to twenty years. Total
that the taxi stops at the door of the football stadium, a few hundred meters are the ticket to enter is, the number of visitors, the third museum in Spain. A group of young French students ate hot dogs at a bar Barca. An Asian family-not the game I specify the country, came out with bags FCBotiga Megastore, a huge store that presides over the building next to the Camp Nou. After doing a tail Rapidita and loosen a little note blue, an elevated walkway leads to the stadium, where the museum.
Barça The museum has many historical artifacts, but little history. is, many cabinet full of balls, boots, shirts, and Drinking in chronological order but not follow a path (as does eg Ikea) so that everything appears to be designed by default, as if no one had stopped to think if can do nothing apart from a Museum More The thing had its share interactive, with a touch screen and a table that let you view videos and read articles about the different times (high points) in the history of the club. The idea was good, but the two sides Interactive case remained buried under so much dust. 
Two small detail: one, the showcase dedicated exclusively to the six cups of 2009, including a video of 2-6 in the Bernabeu was going in a loop. Two, the club has the best slogan ever had a football club - "More than a club" - and yet they look pretty little over exposure. There are windows with tidbits of each section, true, but nothing that reflects a devastating statistics: the national handball Barca has more titles than football. Hugo, and a chapel Tamudo
Leaving one enters the museum's hallways under the stands, and a vomitory accessing the stands. Is somewhat unfair to judge a stadium outside of game day, a skeleton of reinforced concrete with no heart, but also allows to pay attention to details that you never would have noticed the eve of a meeting.
Even empty, the impressive Nou Camp. Unlike other stadiums like San Siro or the Bernabeu, Barcelona's stadium is not designed to the top, but as a kind of ending that wraps the corner green rectangle. striking that only a covered grandstand, which in the XXI century and in a city like Barcelona, where the autumn rains really, is ridiculous. When you forget the macro and focuses on the details come to light is when the miseries of the Barça Stadium: Seats are worn, dirty access, as if nobody had been renovated in decades. Then the tour continues down a staircase with ocher smell to the press room, mixed zone and the visitors locker room. In the latter screens are showing some legendary players who have moved there. Chapeau to the elegance of Barcelona, \u200b\u200bwho reserve site cracks not only indisputable as Van Basten, Shevchenko and Kahn, but Barcelona's inner enemies like Hugo Sanchez or Tamudo.
Leaving there one travels the path that football players do before each game and to get into the tunnel leading to the lawn, we surprised to find the right a small chapel, a sign of the past probably still popular between the goalkeepers of the teams who visit the Camp Nou.
The tour ends at the club shop, where one can buy almost anything with a shield of Barca, including second team Salmon appalling that Nike gave birth last season (which obviously few people wanted to buy .) Leaving there, the feeling is the Camp Nou is, paradoxically, an old stadium. If you engage in polemics about Norman Foster himself, not Norman Foster, the stadium of FC Barcelona will need a facelift soon. At the end of the day, every scene has to live up to the show that it is offered.
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