Pärast seda uurimistööd on minu arvamus FC Barcelona kohta veel kõrgem. 10 VIIDATUD ALLIKAD 1. http://www.sportingintelligence.com/2012/12/13/revealed-barcelona-no1-for- producing-players-for-clubs-in-europes-elite-leagues-131201/ 2. http://bleacherreport.com/articles/1384045-5-barcelona-youth-players-destined- for-the-starting-xi 3. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/moslive/article-1265747/Inside-FC- Barcelonas-football-academy-churning-future-Messis--free.html 4. http://bleacherreport.com/articles/1531291-brilliant-youth-policy-at-barcelona- may-reap-rewards-with-gerard-deulofeu 5. http://www.101greatgoals.com/blog/the-top-101-youngsters-in-world-football- don-balon-list-2012/ 6. http://www.youthsoccerfun.com/2009/05/barcelonas_approach_to_youth_d.html 7. http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/football/europe/9393966.stm 8. http://www.ecaeurope.com/Global/Research/ECA%20Report%20on%20Youth
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