“Not today devil, you fooled me in my childhood thinking you were a vegan but turns out you are just a **** full of steroids “
trouble our sense of humour has gone too many scared of mates ripping piss out of them because they been doing it from relative safetyof winningTi's but a game.
All these points are valid to raise and discuss. It seems that some people can6't bring themselves to ask these questions and debate them. While personal abuse of playerts and coahes is unacceptable the asking of hard questions and pointing out defects should be encouraged. I guess there is just different types of people in this world.I think there's quite a bit of frustration, and some things that are hard to fathom, certainly for me. I'm not a vocal critic of players on here but I don't see it in Rico as a first team player, why haven't we bought a right back? Why have we just given Dias a new contract? Why is the keeper situation in limbo after 2 games?
Why did we look so tactically inept today? We couldn't play out from the back, yet when we went long there were no other players close to Haaland to fight for the second ball, that's schoolboy stuff.
We've been poor against good teams for a while now, yes we can outplay the cannon fodder team's but against the good teams it's becoming a struggle.
It was deep and personal. It was about remembering lost family and friends who didn't get to experience the fulfilment of that moment. The grumpiest of knarled, battle-hardened old Blues were looking to the skies above the stadium with minds elsewhere.At the next FOC AGM I'll be nominating you for honorary membership. Great post which mostly reflects my attitude to our current state of affairs.
Istanbul was cathartic for many of my generation. At the final whistle, the unbridled joy wasn't a sea of limbs and guttural passion. It was deep and personal. It was about remembering lost family and friends who didn't get to experience the fulfilment of that moment. The grumpiest of knarled, battle-hardened old Blues were looking to the skies above the stadium with minds elsewhere. Grown men in tears hugging lifelong friends. A mixture of disbelief, emotion and appreciation for what those magnificent players on the pitch had done for us. A special, special moment that would never be beaten. For me, that was it. Job done. We could finally look the tramps just outside Manchester, squarely in the eye and beat them with the same stick they'd been beating us with for decades. The coming season we could dish cold revenge in spades to Villa fans. Forest fans. Dippers. We'd won the European Cup, the one thing those small-time tossers had on us.
That balmy night in Istanbul changed everything. The Club became a global phenomenon, the batten passed to a new type of City fan and the rest is history.
Negative to say we need born winners and toughness in the team......right ok.!
The fundamental issue is that some fans kidded themselves into the notion that winning the title every season was the norm and it would simply continue forever, and they are struggling to process the fact that this was simply an illusion.
Thing is, we had more good times in the ‘80s than the vast majority of football fans.Very true that.
The funny thing is that most of us old buggers on here no doubt thought that the 1980s and 90s were the norm, and that they would simply continue forever. It certainly seemed like it.
I still pinch myself to make sure that the last 15 years haven't been an illusion.
And we had the respect of every single oppo supporter wherever we went (with 2 exceptions). Even journalists had a soft spot for us.Thing is, we had more good times in the ‘80s than the vast majority of football fans.
We had an FA Cup Final, a League Cup Semi Final, a couple of quarter finals, Charlton, Bradford, the 5-1, Trevor Francis, Kazimierz Deyna, beating Liverpool on Boxing Day in 1981 and 1985, drawing at Old Trafford after being 2-0 down and playing in a Micky Mouse Cup Final the next day. Gordon Davies and Mark Lillis!
Plenty of great memories.
Plenty of football fans never get to experience all that in a lifetime.
So maybe it wasn’t that bad.
I can't help but agree with all of the above. Istanbul will live long in my memory. The craziness of Nevizade Street, the togetherness amongst all Blues that were there to witness history unfold at the Attaturk and having two sessions on the beer in 24 hours.At the next FOC AGM I'll be nominating you for honorary membership. Great post which mostly reflects my attitude to our current state of affairs.
Istanbul was cathartic for many of my generation. At the final whistle, the unbridled joy wasn't a sea of limbs and guttural passion. It was deep and personal. It was about remembering lost family and friends who didn't get to experience the fulfilment of that moment. The grumpiest of knarled, battle-hardened old Blues were looking to the skies above the stadium with minds elsewhere. Grown men in tears hugging lifelong friends. A mixture of disbelief, emotion and appreciation for what those magnificent players on the pitch had done for us. A special, special moment that would never be beaten. For me, that was it. Job done. We could finally look the tramps just outside Manchester, squarely in the eye and beat them with the same stick they'd been beating us with for decades. The coming season we could dish cold revenge in spades to Villa fans. Forest fans. Dippers. We'd won the European Cup, the one thing those small-time tossers had on us.
That balmy night in Istanbul changed everything. The Club became a global phenomenon, the batten passed to a new type of City fan and the rest is history.
The hate is because City have win so much. Four in a row, six out of seven, a first domestic treble, a Continental treble.And we had the respect of every single oppo supporter wherever we went (with 2 exceptions). Even journalists had a soft spot for us.
Compare and contrast to the hate we get now.
Hmmmmmmm, begrudgingly you usually read the room perfectly well. Not sure on this one. The issue is more that we managed to shoot ourselves in the foot and made bad (or didn't make) decisions to remain as competitive from a position of strength. Hamstrung ourselves.The fundamental issue is that some fans kidded themselves into the notion that winning the title every season was the norm and it would simply continue forever, and they are struggling to process the fact that this was simply an illusion.
Thanks for your kind, and well judged comments about my ability to read a room.Hmmmmmmm, begrudgingly you usually read the room perfectly well. Not sure on this one. The issue is more that we managed to shoot ourselves in the foot and made bad (or didn't make) decisions to remain as competitive from a position of strength. Hamstrung ourselves.
The fundamental issue is that some fans kidded themselves into the notion that winning the title every season was the norm and it would simply continue forever, and they are struggling to process the fact that this was simply an illusion.
Ahhh the room is read.Thanks for your kind, and well judged comments about my ability to read a room.
I accept that mistakes have been made, but all organisations make mistakes. All organisations shoot themselves in the foot. Squad rebuilding is an art not a science.
And most organisations falter from time to time because of the decisions they have made. Why would Manchester City be any different?
The things you speak of were all bound to happen eventually.
I’m just grateful that they did after winning four in a row.
Just seen this post Michael, couldn't agree more.This place has got so moaning and needy that it’s getting difficult to stay on. Every single thread has moaning and negative comments. For example, the North Stand thread, even there the moaning is strong.
Every player, everything Pep or the club does gets criticised.
I’m so glad I don’t sit next to some of the cry-babies on here. No wonder we’ve lost lots of intelligent, respectful former posters.
Just seen this post Michael, couldn't agree more.