Media discussion - 2025/26

There's a decent article in the Guardian Sport online about Erling's goal scoring record, written by Jonathon Liew who's normally an absolute **** when writing about City.
Fuck me…..if that horrible **** is writing anything positive about City or a City player that has to be the biggest ‘soft” signal yet that we’ve won a hugely successful outcome of you know what
 
The ex-pro's that get these kind of gigs are washed up financially and tow the line to get more work. They're not on the Sky payroll and charge for each appearance.

I split up from my ex-wife 11 years ago and she soon started seeing Matt Elliott, the Leicester "legend". A neighbour gave me the heads up that the plastic cockney Jock tosser had moved into my house, the cheeky ****. He went and did some work in Thailand for LCFC and took my ex and daughter with him so I took the opportunity to visit the (my) house to check if his move in was permanent. I found a file of invoices he'd raised to the likes of Sky, BBC and LCFC. A few of them fell out, so I couldnt help but see the details (arrff). It's surprising how little these ex-pro's get paid.

Your talking maybe £250 for the Sky Soccer Sarurday show, plus expenses. About £75 to co-commentate on BBC Radio Leicester. For an LCFC "Legend" meet and greet for match day hospitality about £250 (7-8 hours weekend work).

Maybe that's why we have to suffer fucking idiots who'll take bottom dollar to pay their bills/debts, and work for peanuts in an attempt to keep themselves relevant.

The snide **** commandeered my jukebox for his shitty man-cave as well. Thieving freeloader that he is.

Bitter? Me? Fucking right I am. Cockney twat.

Hope you cleaned the loo thoroughly, with his toothbrush.
 
Daily Fail running an article that YaYa doesn't see a man in Pep only a snake
 
Daily Fail running an article that YaYa doesn't see a man in Pep only a snake
 
looks interesting but behind a paywall. Anyone got a readable link?
Stack them up. Pile them high. Sort them and arrange them, parse them and categorise them, order them to your table like items in a Chinese restaurant. Personal favourites? Give me the No 33 against Arsenal, the one with the flowing hair. I'll also take a No 81 against Chelsea, when he spots a hapless Robert Sánchez out of goal, and lobs him deliciously from the edge of the area. Give me a No 98 against Bournemouth, in which he deliberately slants his run around the keeper, slots it in from a tight angle, tries to clamber atop the advertising hoardings in triumph, loses his balance, collapses in peals of giggles.

And perhaps numbers - the basic currency of football - are the most instinctive way of interpreting Erling Haaland's 100 Premier League goals for Manchester City, a career built on accumulation, the pursuit of hard round certainties. Seventy-one with his left foot. Seventeen with his head. Eleven with his right foot. And one with his bum, No 49 against Chelsea, in which the ball rolls up his back as he slides over the line, perhaps the first Premier League goal that also doubles up as a massage.

You can have plenty of fun with this stuff. Kevin De Bruyne (13) has been by some distance his most prolific assister. Wolves (10 goals) and West Ham (nine) have been his most frequent victims. Since his arrival in the Premier League, only four West Ham players have scored more goals at the London Stadium than Haaland. Some weeks, I swear, he manages to score against West Ham when he's not even playing them.

Is there any more to the Haaland story than brute numbers? For a while, I wasn't sure. Three years ago, in the early stages of his first golden season in English football, I wondered aloud whether there might come a point when the Haaland supremacy slipped into monotony. "How long," I asked, "are we meant to carry on gawping and gasping at this thing? What will be the appropriate level of whooping reverence when Haaland is still doing this in, say, 2025?" Well, here we are: still gawping and gasping, still reverentially whooping at the sight of a man slide-tackling the ball into the goal again and again. All the same, I think I was wrong about Haaland in one significant aspect: time and tide have enriched rather than dulled the Haaland legend, added tones and shades to this champion footballer. Whisper it, but: I think I'm actually warming to the guy.

Part of the reason is that City are simply a more interesting team than they were three years ago: more flawed and brittle, more prone to self-doubt and thus more recognisably human as a result. These days it is Arsenal who are the frictionless winning machine, Haaland the man who - for all the recent excellence of Phil Foden and Jérémy Doku - is still desperately grabbing at their tails, hurling coal into the furnace, trying to whip this imperfect assemblage into some kind of cogent shape.

But Haaland, too, has changed. Go back through those 100 goals and something seems to shift around No 50. Throughout his City career, the Haaland back catalogue has been built above all on three types of goal. The barrelling run in between the two centre-halves, holding them both off before side-footing in. The back-post raid, butting the ball in from two yards with whatever body part feels most convenient. The cross from the left, Haaland stealing in from out of shot, the ball bulging the net almost before anyone knows what's happening.

Those three goals remain the raw steak and potatoes of Haaland's output. But latter-day Haaland has a few more tricks up his sleeve. He has learned how to feint a defender and then take the shot on his right foot. He dinks the ball more. Occasionally he will open up his body for the classic side-foot, manipulating the keeper before putting the ball to his left. There is more of a playfulness to him, a striker even now adding tools to his repertoire.

Off the pitch, too, there is a sense of maturity and growth, fun and self-awareness, a man finally beginning to allow the world in, confident enough in his own personality to toy with it.

In the meantime, we still have the numbers. And perhaps the data-soaked discourse of modern football does Haaland something of a disservice: reducing this generational phenomenon to a snackable meme, to the point where it is easy to overlook just how outlandish these figures actually are. By the time he finally exhausts that nine-year contract, who knows what records will still be standing?

And yes, there are mitigations here. We can talk about City's financial dominance, we can talk about state ownership and economic stratification.

We can talk about all of that. But only, I think, to a certain point. And frankly to see Haaland purely as the product of his circumstances is to undersell his uniqueness as a footballer, the sort of footballer we want to tell our grandchildren we saw in the flesh. Ultimately, this all comes down to what we want from our star footballers. We want them to struggle a little, hurt a little. We want them occasionally to make a fool of themselves. We want them to be recognisable as people. But above all we want to be moved and astonished, to see things that have never been done before. Will we ever get tired of the sight of Erling Haaland scoring goals? Maybe come back and ask in another three years.

City are simply a more interesting team than three years ago
 
I’d like Yaya in midfield just now
 
My ERO sez he was originally a Toffee but is now at pains to appear impartial.
He is an old school proper journalist who knows it is important to remain impartial..a dying breed at the BBC. I believe his coverage of City has always been fair and balanced. He has no love for Liverpool FC but bends over backwards to be fair.
 
I go back to when we played Burnley and Liverpool played Palace, in September. I was working and watching the updates on Sky Sports from my bosses car. The studio team were salivating every time Liverpool attacked. Literally purring. Every touch was world class and a joy to watch. Every time City scored they couldn't get away from talking about it fast enough. With each goal we scored you could feel the life being sucked out of the studio. It was so obvious I was laughing. Even my boss, who is a red, noticed it. Liverpool lost 2-1 and we won 5-1.
I remember that afternoon, and it's exactly how you described it on Sky. I was doing some work so had TV on in background and listening to our match on the City app. I think we scored 2 later goals before they even reported it. All they wanted to do was get to Palace as at that time the Dips were on that run of interminable lucky injury time winners. The fact that one materialised that afternoon for Palace was just joyous. The atmosphere in the studio was disbelief that a team had the audacity to beat the PL champions, who according to Sky and every media pundit in the UK were going to walk the league again.

Hmm interesting how those predictions are turning out.....:-)
 

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