In the heart of Camp Nou's vast expanse,
Where legends once thrived in a fervent dance,
Xavi stepped forth, with dreams to ensue,
Yet from Barca's forum, skepticism grew.
Sorin spoke out, with a voice so clear,
"Motivation and fight, won't keep us near,
To the glory and fame, we once did know,
Xavi must adapt, or the winds will blow."
ajnotkeith, with a tone so grave,
Said, "His style's on edge, it's not the brave,
Barcelona we knew, that would always win,
With Xavi's approach, it's wearing thin."
mc_lovin chimed in, with a balanced view,
"75% changed, give him his due,
It's a process, a journey, not just a spree,
Yet trophies are what, we all wish to see."
delancey, with doubt, did then contend,
"Can Xavi ensure, on him we depend?
For if Antwerp or Donetsk take his slot,
His managerial prowess might be for naught."
BJJ, with words, sharp as a knife,
"If he loses to them, it'll cause much strife,
He might be a legend, but as a coach, he's erred,
For the Barca we love, seems so impaired."
Yet, amidst the critiques, and the forum's roar,
Remember the pitch, where Xavi once wore,
The jersey with pride, and with passion did play,
Hoping Xavi the manager, will find his way.