Petrovs left peg
Well-Known Member
Having spent the last fortnight having sleepless nights over whether we would beat Villa and West Ham, and then the frustrating and irritating conclusions on the FFP farce, i promised myself a summer without bluemoon and the almost crack-like temptation to give the transfer forum a quick check.
So, today was a new day. Packing up the home of the last three years to move to a new abode. A new start.
As I did last time I packed up, I spent most of the time looking through old programmes
, and especially the newspaper cuttings of the 5-1 which will always bring a smile to my face! This time however, I came across an old printed e-mail that I'd often looked for but could never find. I knew it contained someone's thoughts about being a city fan years ago but I could never fully recall it. After reading it I decided it would put it on here for the young to read and some of the old to remember!
I have no idea who wrote it or where it came from and if anyone knows please let me know.
Anyway, it goes like this;
"To support Manchester City is to believe that God might have trouble running things on this planet, but he's in control of the next world. He has to be. The devil rules this world and always will, because his team are Manchester United, and they are world famous and monolithic.
Manchester City , who's name travels the world about as well as Gracie Fields or Pulp, are on the side of the angels; the poor, sapped, unfortunate angels who still believe in quaint antiquated notions of earthly good. To support Manchester City is to accept with heroic willingness the dead-flat that the universe is cold and hostile, and nothing good will become of it. To support City is to tackle head on the crushing pointlessness of existence and to attempt to make something of it. It is hard work. So why do it? Because somehow this seems ultimately more dignified and fulfilling than taking the easy way out and supporting the lulling and obnoxious United.
To support United is too easy. It's convenience supporting. It makes life too easy. There is no challenge. It is a cowardly form of escapism, a sell-out to the forces of evil. United fans have no soul and will spend their eternity neck deep in boiling vomit. City fans retain their soul and will spend their eternity reliving the moment their team beat Newcastle 4-3 away from home to win the League Championship in 1968, beating United into second place. Surely we will have such eternal bliss again, for why do we spend so much time suffering in this life watching our team climb to the summit only so that we can watch them dive, dive, dive to their pitiless bottom of the heap while United, of Manchester, but nothing really to do with it, float ever more triumphantly skywards?
Heartless United are the incarnation of shamelessness and to support them is heroism in a can. Cavalier City, however their awry football, however dire their straights, glow with something mystical and transcendental. City have soul. United do not.
When they are great again, City will have shown that they are worth their extraordinary fans. To this day these fans will walk a million miles for one of Joe Mercers smiles. They'll sing a million songs waiting for some new Mercer-like magic. Because they are City, and Christ do they know they are born."
This is how it feels to be city . . . . . .. . . . . . . Enjoy your summer!!!!
So, today was a new day. Packing up the home of the last three years to move to a new abode. A new start.
As I did last time I packed up, I spent most of the time looking through old programmes
, and especially the newspaper cuttings of the 5-1 which will always bring a smile to my face! This time however, I came across an old printed e-mail that I'd often looked for but could never find. I knew it contained someone's thoughts about being a city fan years ago but I could never fully recall it. After reading it I decided it would put it on here for the young to read and some of the old to remember!
I have no idea who wrote it or where it came from and if anyone knows please let me know.
Anyway, it goes like this;
"To support Manchester City is to believe that God might have trouble running things on this planet, but he's in control of the next world. He has to be. The devil rules this world and always will, because his team are Manchester United, and they are world famous and monolithic.
Manchester City , who's name travels the world about as well as Gracie Fields or Pulp, are on the side of the angels; the poor, sapped, unfortunate angels who still believe in quaint antiquated notions of earthly good. To support Manchester City is to accept with heroic willingness the dead-flat that the universe is cold and hostile, and nothing good will become of it. To support City is to tackle head on the crushing pointlessness of existence and to attempt to make something of it. It is hard work. So why do it? Because somehow this seems ultimately more dignified and fulfilling than taking the easy way out and supporting the lulling and obnoxious United.
To support United is too easy. It's convenience supporting. It makes life too easy. There is no challenge. It is a cowardly form of escapism, a sell-out to the forces of evil. United fans have no soul and will spend their eternity neck deep in boiling vomit. City fans retain their soul and will spend their eternity reliving the moment their team beat Newcastle 4-3 away from home to win the League Championship in 1968, beating United into second place. Surely we will have such eternal bliss again, for why do we spend so much time suffering in this life watching our team climb to the summit only so that we can watch them dive, dive, dive to their pitiless bottom of the heap while United, of Manchester, but nothing really to do with it, float ever more triumphantly skywards?
Heartless United are the incarnation of shamelessness and to support them is heroism in a can. Cavalier City, however their awry football, however dire their straights, glow with something mystical and transcendental. City have soul. United do not.
When they are great again, City will have shown that they are worth their extraordinary fans. To this day these fans will walk a million miles for one of Joe Mercers smiles. They'll sing a million songs waiting for some new Mercer-like magic. Because they are City, and Christ do they know they are born."
This is how it feels to be city . . . . . .. . . . . . . Enjoy your summer!!!!