New member here, and as I haven't commented on 100 posts, I can't start a new topic.
But I wanted to share the following with you guys anyway, so thought I'd post it here. Hope you don't mind.
Anyway, here goes:
What City mean to me:
No history they say
Football we decay
But we'll always be here, to watch our boys play
Meredith our first star
Admired from afar
When out on the pitch, no one matched his par
Successes soon came
Giving the club fame
All we would ask for is more of the same
We moved to Maine Road
It stays our true abode
To the players we loved, our happiness owed
Trautmann broke his neck
Ended the game as a wreck
But a cup he delivered, he deserved his paycheck
And then came the two
Made us proud to be blue
Allison and Mercer, we simply thank you
Summerbee down the wing
Colin Bell was our king
Who with Lee, Young, and Doyle made the whole kippax sing
Dennis Tueart is blue
Loves City through and through
His overhead kick making our dreams come true
With Swales in control
Success was our goal
But his ego would soon start taking its toll
Daley was signed
Swales must have been blind
His vision for City had now been defined
Pleat dancing his way
City disarray
The decline had begun, we all remember that day
Tolmie and Melrose
Mediocrity follows
But still we stayed true and overcame all the lows
The kids started to rise
To silence our sighs
In a lower division that countered our cries
The hatrick of hatricks
Stewart, Adcock, and White
Sending all of Maine Road into scenes of delight
With Chelsea we fought
With us falling short
But Morley at Bradford meant we could not be caught
Back in the top flight
Balloons still in full sight
Redmond Hinchcliffe and Brightwell, Paul Lake and Dave White
Kinkladze arrived
His tricks we admired
But it wasn't enough, and we never survived
Lomas held the ball
Against Liverpool of all
And down we would go, lower depths we would trawl.
So came the lows
As the third tier bestows
But a light did shine through, Wembley the venue
Horlock scored first
Dickov's shot the net burst
Weaver doing his dance that was no way rehearsed
And then promotion again
A season Goater would reign
Back in the top flight, our rightful place we regain.
But it wasn't to last
Our stay over too fast
Royle was no more, he was now in our past.
Keegan arrived
The top flight we all strived
Eyal, Ali and Goater ensured that we thrived
So back in the PL
A new stadium as well
But strikers Anelka and Fowler failing to gel
King Kevin replaced
A new challenge Pearce faced
But the goals didn't come, his tenure not embraced
A new owner and Sven
A summer signing top men
Corluka, Geovanni, Elano were them
We started on fire
But it soon turned quite dire
The season was over, our manager we would fire
And then came the news
A takeover breakthroughs
And we were now managed by a certain Mark Hughes
But his time here was short
His tenure soon would abort
And in came Roberto, with Kidd his escort.
4th place we missed out
Despite all our clout
But this time there wasn't to be a time-out.
And it reaped its reward
With Silva now onboard
And Yaya would give us what we all adored
And now CL is gained
A new future attained
And nothing to stop us from being contained
So that's my ode to you
To the ones who stay true
To us all who regard us to be blues through and through
The ups have been few
The downs too many too blue
But loving our club? That's not an issue
