Mine is selfish.
I became a City mentalist because of my dad's affection for the Georgian footballers in the good old Soviet league. I really used to follow pretty much anyone with a trick or two to his game from that part of the now defunct land. And one was pretty special. Kinkladze was his name. Pathetic teams he played for. But the Club. The fundamental values of the said Club. The SUPPORT. The drive. The stubborn, often insane passion of the people who have CTID tatooed (often quite literally) on their bodies is what really made it. Prior to this whole internet bullshit. Just reading some scraps, following some results, checking out Kinky's stats, reading an occasional interview. It changed my life. It became such a part of me, that sometimes I quite honestly act like a proper nutter. I lost count of the broken empty pints, of the bewildered gaze those "ordinary", non-City people give you when you are so far away from the lads in Blue, and yet Bianchi puts one past those East-End pretenders and you go wild and hug absolute strangers. All the while at a friend's birthday party. In a respectable eating establishment. That had a flipping TV in its bar area. Sitting among hordes of glory-hunting sick fucks wearing red in a frigging pub, losing voice when Fowler scored. Flipping hell, I could go on. I live far away. Life has taken me to a whole bunch of places. And yet, anywhere I may be, I try to bring a little bit of City with me. A tiny badge. A couple of tine badges. Every time I log on - it's <a class="postlink" href="http://www.mcfc.co.uk" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">www.mcfc.co.uk</a> first and foremost. This whole thing has been totally worth it. Sheikhs or defence that played like pigs in labor - this has been about something else.
Guys, just go there and make those smug, arrogant, self-thinking, cocky, disrespectful, horrible wankers take it up their metaphorical arse. Just for me:)
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I became a City mentalist because of my dad's affection for the Georgian footballers in the good old Soviet league. I really used to follow pretty much anyone with a trick or two to his game from that part of the now defunct land. And one was pretty special. Kinkladze was his name. Pathetic teams he played for. But the Club. The fundamental values of the said Club. The SUPPORT. The drive. The stubborn, often insane passion of the people who have CTID tatooed (often quite literally) on their bodies is what really made it. Prior to this whole internet bullshit. Just reading some scraps, following some results, checking out Kinky's stats, reading an occasional interview. It changed my life. It became such a part of me, that sometimes I quite honestly act like a proper nutter. I lost count of the broken empty pints, of the bewildered gaze those "ordinary", non-City people give you when you are so far away from the lads in Blue, and yet Bianchi puts one past those East-End pretenders and you go wild and hug absolute strangers. All the while at a friend's birthday party. In a respectable eating establishment. That had a flipping TV in its bar area. Sitting among hordes of glory-hunting sick fucks wearing red in a frigging pub, losing voice when Fowler scored. Flipping hell, I could go on. I live far away. Life has taken me to a whole bunch of places. And yet, anywhere I may be, I try to bring a little bit of City with me. A tiny badge. A couple of tine badges. Every time I log on - it's <a class="postlink" href="http://www.mcfc.co.uk" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">www.mcfc.co.uk</a> first and foremost. This whole thing has been totally worth it. Sheikhs or defence that played like pigs in labor - this has been about something else.
Guys, just go there and make those smug, arrogant, self-thinking, cocky, disrespectful, horrible wankers take it up their metaphorical arse. Just for me:)
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