CF Besos Baron de Viver (Spain)

Besos Baron de Viver Club de Futbol is a football club that was formed in 1964 and represents the neighbourhood of Baró de Viver in the Barcelona district of Sant Andreu.

The club played in the lower tiers of Catalan regional football, from their home base; which became Plaça del Baró de Viver. In 1985 it was decided to rebuild the area; with the football ground being lost in the process.

The club ended up playing at nearby Campo Municipal Trinitat Vella; from where they lifted the regional third tier Tercera Catalana Grupo 11 title to win promotion to Segunda Catalana. The team consolidated their position for a couple of seasons before finishing in tenth place in Grupo 2 in 2016-17.

However, matters on the pitch paled into insignificance with the news that the club would be getting a new home ground in time for the 2019-20 season on the site of a car park at the junction of Carrer de Tucuman and Carrer de la Ciutat d'Asuncion.

CF Besos Baron de Viver will play in Segunda Catalana Grupo 2 in the 2017-18 season.


My visit

CF Besos Baron de Viver 2 CD Masnou 2 (Sunday 21st January 2018) Segona Catalana Grupo 2 (att: c100)

It was a lovely bright sunny morning in Barcelona for my second full day of football tourism. The temperatures had warmed when I alighted at Trinitat Nova on the Metro after visiting the home of UA Horta.

It was an interesting walk downhill from the station through a residential area, where I came across a bar and restaurant which had been turned into an Elvis Presley venue. I know of at least one good pal who may wish to visit Elvis Home BCN on Carrer d'Alhucemas!

The walk took me down to the dual carriageway Autopista del Maresme, which meant going under another major road before coming to a busy square opposite Camp Municipal Futbol Trinitat Vella.

Some serious pétanque action was already ongoing featuring Club de pétanque à La Trinitat, who had their clubhouse built under the raised carriageway opposite. I had a short walk over the road and then along Via de Bàrcino to the entrance to the ground.

Admission was free. I felt a little ignorant not buying any raffle tickets from the man on the door, but he seemed good as he realised I was a visitor. The prizes looked good. There was a leg of ham, a cheese and a bottle of wine. I could have ruined my diet there and then!

The bar area was doing a steady trade with gents enjoying drinks of all kinds along with breakfast. Some of the meals looked superb, but the language barrier would have been a bit too much to overcome.

I settled for a large bacon bocadillo and a beer for the princely sum of €4. The radio played hots of the 80’s as I sat and reflected on a perfect start to the day. Games were being played on the main pitch and smaller side court behind one end.

Camp Municipal Futbol Trinitat Vella was not dissimilar to several other venues I’d visited around the city with a raised spectator area down one side on top of the changing rooms. There was a roof over the centre section but no seating as such.

The far side had two or three rows of terracing, but I wasn’t sure if there was access as nobody was over there. There was a narrow strip behind each goal, with one bordering the smaller pitch and the other Plaça de Josep Andreu i Abelló.

The hosts came into the game in the lower third of the table, while Masnou were pushing for a play-off position. There seemed to be a fair few visiting supporters among the crowd; which grew as the game went on after the 10am kick off.

The standard of football was decent. Masnou had a fine footballer in Muhamed Jarju, with his twists and turns and drag backs. The game wasn’t without some feisty challenges to test female referee Ylenia Sanchez Miguel.

The visitors took the lead ten minutes before the interval through Federico Casares, before the hosts levelled things up just four minutes later when Oriol Vilademunt fired home. I was tempted to head off at the break as I wanted to make the noon kick off at CE Europa.

However, I decided to give it a bit longer and I was rewarded just two minutes after the restart. I’d enjoyed the flamboyant touches of Lorenzo Rodríguez, so it was no shock to me when he turned a defender before firing home from just outside the box.

It had been a pleasant game on the eye and I would really have loved to have stayed longer, but the charms of Nou Sardenya were calling. I wandered over to the Ctra de Ribes – Meridiana stop to catch a bus.

A small mini-bus turned up and took us on a journey through steep narrow streets and over bridges before depositing me back at Trinitat Nova Metro station to take a Linea 4 service to my next match.

I later discovered that Alpha Brahim Lawal had equalised for Masnou to make it 2-2 six minutes before full time. Later in the day I was on a bus that went past the site of Besos’ new home. It was good to see billboards advertising the club and that the development was taking place.