Through the window, cameras caught Andres Iniesta, a portrait of how much it had hurt. For only the second time in eight years, Barcelona had failed to make it to the Champions League semifinal and for the second time in eight years they had fallen here, at the Vicente Calderón. It was the second time in three years, in fact. Iniesta sat alone, occasionally lifting his hand to glazed eyes, seemingly pushing back tears. Familiarity did not make it any easier to digest and nor did what lay ahead. Not yet, anyway. "This is hard to take," he had said moments before boarding the bus.
Barca's season isn't over yet
