Mixed zones are not natural. An uninterested professional footballer walks past journalists, who wait on the other side of a barrier clutching microphones.
The different sectors of the media are neatly divided into where journalists can and cannot stand.
ThereâÂÂs space for the Sunday papers, the dailies, the local papers. Then thereâÂÂs radio, television (rights and non-rights holders). Not to mention the Japanese journalists from websites which nobody really knows anything about.
For the first five years of going to the Camp Nou, there was a man known as âÂÂghost journalistâÂÂ, because it was doubtful he was a journalist. I once asked the ghost who he worked for.
âÂÂScottish agencies,â came the reply.
I wasnâÂÂt convinced, but what did it have to do with me? And if he got to watch Barca for free by turning up every week with a shorthand pad and a biro, it showed some enterprise.
Like the Beeching Report for rural train lines, it meant the end for the likes of 'ghost journalist' and their mini signed merchandise industries in the mixed zone.
Normally, a player stops and you talk for a few minutes about the game just gone. ItâÂÂs not conducive to do a decent interview, more a search for quotes.
The journalist Graham Hunter has the skill to immediately disarm and get a player talking. He once unfroze Andrew Cole in two seconds, when before that you could tell he didnâÂÂt want to be there.
ThatâÂÂs why Hunter breaks back page news most days and I write features and books. His is a talent I donâÂÂt possess.
Roy Keane once collared me in the toilets in Hong Kong and asked me why IâÂÂd asked no questions in a press conference heâÂÂd just been at.
âÂÂIf I come down, then you should ask questions,â said a stern Keane.
âÂÂItâÂÂs not natural though is it?â I countered.
âÂÂTrying to catch someone out or searching for a killer line or sensationalist story. ItâÂÂs a game of cat and mouse, with the journalists trying to corner the mouse.âÂÂ
You often get the best material two or three hours into an interview, though I accept that current players donâÂÂt want to be spending all their time doing in-depth, soul searching.
After big games, the mixed zone can turn into a scrum. Interviews get hi-jacked, journalists âÂÂsurfâ on the questions of others by shunting a microphone beneath the playerâÂÂs mouth.
I went down to the mixed zone after BarcelonaâÂÂs hard fought win over Almeria last Saturday with Hunter.
There were not many journalists down there in the bowels of the Camp Nou, but Hunter still saw things I didnâÂÂt.
âÂÂDonâÂÂt go there,â he told me at one point, âÂÂIbrahimovic doesnâÂÂt like those two (journalists).âÂÂ
Last SaturdayâÂÂs mixed zone was one of the better ones and afterwards I felt like a fisherman returning to Aberdeen with full nets.
First Victor Valdes came by and stopped to chat. Then the goalscorer Pedro, with his prominent mono-tooth. Then Xavi, who was fuming at the way heâÂÂd just been marked by AlmeriaâÂÂs Chico.
âÂÂIt was crazy, almost obsessive,â Xavi said. âÂÂHe followed me everywhere even when I didnâÂÂt have the ball or went to take a corner, he was there all the time. It drives you crazy being man marked like that.âÂÂ
WeâÂÂll do a proper sit down interview for FourFourTwo soon.
Then Dani Alves, who had diamond encrusted earrings with âÂÂDAâ in them, stopped.
Finally, Andres Iniesta came, clutching a sweaty Almeria top which heâÂÂd exchanged, wearing jeans and unpretentious Nike trainers.
IâÂÂm going to start slipping him subliminal messages from now on so that he joins Manchester United.
Advise him someone with skin as white as his shouldnâÂÂt be exposing it to the Spanish sun and that he doesnâÂÂt have enough hair to play for Barca anymore, whereas if he joins United heâÂÂll look positively hirsute compared to Rooney.
ItâÂÂs daft, but would he expect anything less in a mixed zone?
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