Last year at this time a group of USA Futsal’s Top 12 parents spied Neymar zipping out of La Masia. Normally composed adults were suddenly texting and tweeting with the dexterity of teenagers. A hundred yards away, I had my “Neymar” moment inside the FCB gym where I met the coaching staff. The first minute distilled everything; each one was friendly, polite and deadly serious about their craft. Most sporting teams are just that, sporting teams. But on rare occasions, special coaches take their knowledge and passion and bend sports into visual art. The geometry of parallel and diagonal passing lines takes on the same brilliance of a Ferrari’s angular frame. Tomorrow we will walk through La Masia’s gates again. Neymar or not, it should be the ride of a lifetime.