dont shoot @Fordyboy46 itll only give him something else to fucking complain about ;)I think when it’s your take, you are not the messenger. It’s your message, so we are allowed to shoot you :)
dont shoot @Fordyboy46 itll only give him something else to fucking complain about ;)I think when it’s your take, you are not the messenger. It’s your message, so we are allowed to shoot you :)
Just a junior FOC. You can join the first team squad in 5 years.Spot on, I'm6465 in a few months and was on the way to Belle Vue bowling on the bus reading the MEN(?), I had a tear in my eye when I found out about Barnes & Owen being sold against their wishes. I have a lousy memory but that has been seared into my mind ever since.
No social media, internet or mobile phones in those days of course, although explaining that to anyone under about 40 just gets you blank looks today.
Edit: damn, I forgot how old I am :(
Swales and Mal were two narcissists together, a desperate combination. I’m convinced that Mal sold Skip’s team to prove he knew more than anyone. Right, Mal.But we knew how shit we were and never turned up with a hope of glory. Swales as chairman completely ruined the club in the late 1970s with Big Mal; he sold all of Tony Book's players and young players like Barnes and Owen then overpaid on new signings, I loved Big Mal, but I thought he was out to ruin our club and take Swales with him
The New Breed of Manchester City fans will never understand ? How could they, when most of them are based all over the world and watched the AGUERO goal and wanted a bit of that
Give up your season ticket then..don't watch games on TV..give up blue moon..You'll never stop loving the club, impossible. But am I finding it harder to watch a game nowadays, absolutely. Last season and the start of this have been a very hard watch in the majority of games I must add not all. Our fluidity and exciting play has fallen off the edge of a cliff compared to the early Pep seasons. That's only my take and I expect not many will agree with me, so don't shoot the messenger please
In the mid to late seventies we were one of the best teams in the first division, until Big Mal fucked it up. We competed nearly every season for 4 or 5 years.Really? I did. "Glory" was walloping the rags, beating Liverpool or the top dogs of the day (only to lose to the bottom of the league Club the following week!), a decent run in any of the Cup competitions, seeing a City goal as a goal-of-the-month contender, or generally just upsetting the odds and/or the establishment in our performance or result. In perspective, that was our definition of "glory" back then and I never turned-up without the hope of achieving it.
I watched the extended highlights of a Manchester Derby from the early 70s recently. Lee, Bell and Summerbee v Best, Law and Charlton. The standard was appalling. Neither team could string more than 3 passes together.A while back I stumbled across the 1974 FA Cup final, the full game, and decided to watch it to see how the football looked over the course of a game. It also meant I wasn’t watching the game through blue tinted spectacles, as I love watching City clips from back then.
The standard was less than league 2 today in terms of technical ability. I accept it’s one game, and it doesn’t mean games weren’t exiting back then, but in terms of technical standards, close control, fitness levels, and of course the pitches there is a world of difference between now and then, and if people are struggling with our current style of football, fuck knows what they’d be like if it regressed to 1970s standards.
Swales and Mal were two narcissists together, a desperate combination. I’m convinced that Mal sold Skip’s team to prove he knew more than anyone. Right, Mal.
I watched the extended highlights of a Manchester Derby from the early 70s recently. Lee, Bell and Summerbee v Best, Law and Charlton. The standard was appalling. Neither team could string more than 3 passes together.
Really? I did. "Glory" was walloping the rags, beating Liverpool or the top dogs of the day (only to lose to the bottom of the league Club the following week!), a decent run in any of the Cup competitions, seeing a City goal as a goal-of-the-month contender, or generally just upsetting the odds and/or the establishment in our performance or result. In perspective, that was our definition of "glory" back then and I never turned-up without the hope of achieving it.
Damn; you're even older than me (63 in december).Spot on, I'm6465 in a few months and was on the way to Belle Vue bowling on the bus reading the MEN(?), I had a tear in my eye when I found out about Barnes & Owen being sold against their wishes. I have a lousy memory but that has been seared into my mind ever since.
No social media, internet or mobile phones in those days of course, although explaining that to anyone under about 40 just gets you blank looks today.
Edit: damn, I forgot how old I am :(
It was after the Horse of the Year Show had been at Wembley just before the 1970 League Cup Final.
And it snowed heavily the day before the match...It was after the Horse of the Year Show had been at Wembley just before the 1970 League Cup Final.
And it snowed heavily the day before the match...
It's all relative. The general standard of football was poor but, as fans, we enjoyed watching the games just as much as we ever had. It was watching our team, and having a pint or two after while discussing how good/bad player A,B,or C had been.
It’s no different nowadays. The game has developed, pitches are better, players are fitter and more skilled, but fans are exactly the same. It's just that some of us have grown tired of seeing the same performance over and over again, no matter how good it is.
Football in general, not just City, has become stale for some people.
Especially if he doesn't do the job right, loldont shoot @Fordyboy46 itll only give him something else to fucking complain about ;)
get em playing on hough end and lets be done with this playing in stadiums business an all ;)Players like Jamal, Ronaldo and the ball jugglers wouldn't have been doing much fucking juggling with Chopper Harris and Mick Doyle watching over them on muddy pitches and with heavier balls and boots that's for sure.
It's all pedicures and a façade, it was exciting back in the day without the glitter and razzamatazz, and what's with the 5 substitutions the drink breaks and even talk of holding the WC games at midnight because it might be a bit hot?
Games fucked I tell ya ;-)
About 15 years ago i watched the 1966 world cup in its entirety...fucking hell it was a hard watch, apart from the goals the actual standard was so poor, like you say league 2 standard...A while back I stumbled across the 1974 FA Cup final, the full game, and decided to watch it to see how the football looked over the course of a game. It also meant I wasn’t watching the game through blue tinted spectacles, as I love watching City clips from back then.
The standard was less than league 2 today in terms of technical ability. I accept it’s one game, and it doesn’t mean games weren’t exiting back then, but in terms of technical standards, close control, fitness levels, and of course the pitches there is a world of difference between now and then, and if people are struggling with our current style of football, fuck knows what they’d be like if it regressed to 1970s standards.
You sound just like the OH when I say she fluked her way! I'm not a tennis afficanado BTW, but I do watch the odd match she plays and I still maintain fluked. She has no variety to her game, all baseline stuff. Not that I can cba much, it's just a running joke and bantz with me and Mr.She didn’t fluke anything, she fought her way through qualifying and beat everyone they put in front of her in the main draw without dropping a set. As an 18 yr old. Absolutely amazing achievement
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with her behaviour but, that said, one of the dozen or so coaches she’s worked her way through since then might disagree with me !!
We were. 1977 was so annoying. Dropped points boxing day iirc to them? For my sins i was going out with a Dipper match attending bf ( I didn't marry him), so there was a lot of rivalry alongside our late teens lurve in exploits.....In the mid to late seventies we were one of the best teams in the first division, until Big Mal fucked it up. We competed nearly every season for 4 or 5 years.
That match against the dippers lost us the league. The match shouldn't have gone ahead due to the frozen pitch. Was it an own goal from Dave Watson? I was absolutely gutted as a 13 year old kid.We were. 1977 was so annoying. Dropped points boxing day iirc to them? For my sins i was going out with a Dipper match attending bf ( I didn't marry him), so there was a lot of rivalry alongside our late teens lurve in exploits.....
Probably spot on with your analysis.Swales and Mal were two narcissists together, a desperate combination. I’m convinced that Mal sold Skip’s team to prove he knew more than anyone. Right, Mal.