Another First: Cisco Brings High Density Wi-Fi To City

Eccles Blue said:
We are part of the silent crew, we sing at the matches but we don't film, text, iPad et al. I go to watch the match, encourage the team, shout at the referee, linesman and the opposition if they need it , talk to the folk around me at half time and applaud the team off at the end. A dying breed unfortunately. :-)
There's still a fair few thousand of us yet EB.
 
cleavers said:
I'm sure it'll improve the atmosphere no end, everyone looking at phones and tablets instead of the game, we could have done with this when Pearce was manager, it would have given us the chance to see what a goal looked like.......
It'll be used as a reason for upping season ticket prices
 
johnnytapia said:
jrb said:
Was this the pay matchday service mentioned by City in previous surveys?


Cisco brings high density Wi-Fi to Manchester City

on 25 April 2014.


Cisco has deployed hundreds of microcells in Manchester City's Etihad Stadium to bring high capacity Wi-Fi to more than 47,000 fans.

The High Density Wi-Fi network will be deployed at the Premier League team's stadium in the coming weeks and has been delivered by O2. The network offloads 3G and 4G data usage onto Wi-Fi and uses highly directional antennas in order to deal with booming data usage. The solution also delivers management of RF power levels and channel assignments across hundreds of access points. O2 will also roll out technology to improve mobile reception despite the high demand in a small area.

Manchester City will use the technology to deliver live video and relevant information to users' mobile devices in a short amount of time. The football club could also potentially offer a range of channels including replays, alternate angles and dynamic data.

The deal means Manchester City is the first Premier League team to roll out the service. Cisco has deployed the solution elsewhere in Real Madrid’s Santiago Bernabeu and the Brooklyn Nets Barclays Center.

Paul Lawton, General Manager of SMB at O2, said: "We are delighted to be working with Manchester City and Cisco to deliver a UK first in the form of High Density Wi-Fi at the Etihad. The underpinning ICT delivery is something we are really excited to be working on, and will result in the provision of high-speed connection anywhere in the stadium for fans, allowing them to capture and share their experience in a digital way – something we are passionate about as a business."

Has it really come to this? Really? Utter, inane, mindless drivel. Go to the match, watch the match. Go home. If you need/want to watch replays on your phone, tweet, text, wank yourself into a technological stupor - do it at home. On your Ipad or whatever piece of fucking gadgetery folk feel the need to use these days. There is no place for this at the match. Ever.

As I kept saying in the last Wifi thread. What makes you think most people will want to use it during the match?

This isn't to have a go at City, but no matter what they do before, middle, and after the game I couldn't give a shit, except for the video highlights on the big screen. The rest just isn't my cup of tea. I'd rather get the me phone out and check for the lastest info on the other matches.

Yes a few might take advantage of it during the match, but let 'em I say, if they want to waste money it's fine by me. As long as it went to City I don't care.
 
I've just had this terrifying vision that football stands will be re-modelled with the stands facing away from the pitch with screens in front of each seat with WIFI access to view the match 'live' with a choice of pundit commentating.
 
quiet_riot said:
As nice as it is to be able to tweet and check other scores at half time, I can't say I'll be too busy watching replays and stuff on my phone WHILST THERE'S A MATCH GOING ON

LOVING the emphasis at the end
 
Benarbia said:
quiet_riot said:
As nice as it is to be able to tweet and check other scores at half time, I can't say I'll be too busy watching replays and stuff on my phone WHILST THERE'S A MATCH GOING ON

LOVING the emphasis at the end

THANKS
 
Skashion said:
I appear to have wandered into the Luddite convention. Anyway, well done City.

Well you'll be fine Skashion because if you are really "Walking naked through the deserts of Tatooine" you will have nowhere to keep your iPad,phone, camera etc. :-) ....................................... sorry, couldn't resist it.










*wanders back to the 19th Century*
 
I give up.

When I was a young fella, growing up in Ireland, following City meant tuning into Radio 2 on longwave. I cried when they switched that channel to medium wave. Then my father, God rest him, took a small transistor radio apart (a "pocket radio", remember them?) and showed me that by wrapping one end of a piece of electric flex around the aerial and the other around the water pipes, I could use the whole house as an aerial. Happy days! Well, sort of... I had perfect reception, the day Raddy f**king Antic sent us down.
All those years when I'd have given anything to actually be there. Long drawn out Saturday afternoons, spent huddled in my bedroom, waiting for Jimmy Armfield to shut the f**k up, so Ron Jones could tell us about a goal at Maine Road. And it was hardly ever a City goal.
Then I grew up (relatively speaking). I could afford the odd trip over. Tickets weren't exactly hard to come by, either. Ryanair came along and, for all their faults, they did make it cheaper. Sky came along and, as biased as they are, at least it's not solely about the same five clubs, week in week out, like ITV were. Suddenly, in my adult years, that hissing, crackling soundtrack of my childhood seemed like a lonesome, foggy dream. Satellite TV happened, quite literally whilst nobody was looking. Matches could be bounced into outer space, back down again and beamed live on the telly in my local. The small corner portable telly, mind because the 50" plasma screens were always busy playing you know who. Progress, I tells ya! I'd gone from being huddled, alone, in my bedroom listening to City to huddled with my wife, kids and one or two other like-minded pilgrims watching City, albeit with the sound usually turned down or occasionally drowned out.
Then: the takeover! Suddenly, we were gigging on the main stage. Big time, baby! I could tell the f**kers to stand idle. City were the biggest game and ye can piss off to the corner. Neutrals wanted to watch us. People (supposed football fans!) who had spent decades blithely ignorant of MCFC were suddenly crackling and hissing at Tevez and Balotelli. Oscar Wilde had it right when he bemoaned being talked about. It's a good feeling to piss off the people who once pitied your allegiance. Damn it, life, not to tempt fate, is good, these days. My mortgage will be paid off in the next couple of years. So, when City came a-knocking, asking about whether I'd like to upgrade the Bluecard to a Season card, I said I'd go for it. It'll be a poor enough seat, higher than God's attic and behind the goals but hey, at least there will be goals scored in them goals - and most of them by City, too. And - more importantly - hey, it'll be MY seat. Huddled up against the clouds and the sounds of the crowd drowned out by the scream of a passing 747, probably, but mine just the same.
And all that... years of it... frustration, anger, disappointment and glorious, glorious joy too... all of it so that I can look forward to being squeezed between f**kers watching, on an iPad, a stream of a replay of the moment that they just missed live because they were too busy watching an ad for Sky... Why bother?

I. Give. Up.
 
mad4city said:
I give up.

When I was a young fella, growing up in Ireland, following City meant tuning into Radio 2 on longwave. I cried when they switched that channel to medium wave. Then my father, God rest him, took a small transistor radio apart (a "pocket radio", remember them?) and showed me that by wrapping one end of a piece of electric flex around the aerial and the other around the water pipes, I could use the whole house as an aerial. Happy days! Well, sort of... I had perfect reception, the day Raddy f**king Antic sent us down.
All those years when I'd have given anything to actually be there. Long drawn out Saturday afternoons, spent huddled in my bedroom, waiting for Jimmy Armfield to shut the f**k up, so Ron Jones could tell us about a goal at Maine Road. And it was hardly ever a City goal.
Then I grew up (relatively speaking). I could afford the odd trip over. Tickets weren't exactly hard to come by, either. Ryanair came along and, for all their faults, they did make it cheaper. Sky came along and, as biased as they are, at least it's not solely about the same five clubs, week in week out, like ITV were. Suddenly, in my adult years, that hissing, crackling soundtrack of my childhood seemed like a lonesome, foggy dream. Satellite TV happened, quite literally whilst nobody was looking. Matches could be bounced into outer space, back down again and beamed live on the telly in my local. The small corner portable telly, mind because the 50" plasma screens were always busy playing you know who. Progress, I tells ya! I'd gone from being huddled, alone, in my bedroom listening to City to huddled with my wife, kids and one or two other like-minded pilgrims watching City, albeit with the sound usually turned down or occasionally drowned out.
Then: the takeover! Suddenly, we were gigging on the main stage. Big time, baby! I could tell the f**kers to stand idle. City were the biggest game and ye can piss off to the corner. Neutrals wanted to watch us. People (supposed football fans!) who had spent decades blithely ignorant of MCFC were suddenly crackling and hissing at Tevez and Balotelli. Oscar Wilde had it right when he bemoaned being talked about. It's a good feeling to piss off the people who once pitied your allegiance. Damn it, life, not to tempt fate, is good, these days. My mortgage will be paid off in the next couple of years. So, when City came a-knocking, asking about whether I'd like to upgrade the Bluecard to a Season card, I said I'd go for it. It'll be a poor enough seat, higher than God's attic and behind the goals but hey, at least there will be goals scored in them goals - and most of them by City, too. And - more importantly - hey, it'll be MY seat. Huddled up against the clouds and the sounds of the crowd drowned out by the scream of a passing 747, probably, but mine just the same.
And all that... years of it... frustration, anger, disappointment and glorious, glorious joy too... all of it so that I can look forward to being squeezed between f**kers watching, on an iPad, a stream of a replay of the moment that they just missed live because they were too busy watching an ad for Sky... Why bother?

I. Give. Up.

Don't give up Mad4City, the Boys in Blue never give in and neither do the fans in Blue, we Luddites will triumph yet!! ;-)
 
I'm sure having superfast WiFi available to the tablet crowd will do loads to improve our atmosphere. Maybe they can Youtube some of the chants to learn the words?
 
mad4city said:
I give up.

When I was a young fella, growing up in Ireland, following City meant tuning into Radio 2 on longwave. I cried when they switched that channel to medium wave. Then my father, God rest him, took a small transistor radio apart (a "pocket radio", remember them?) and showed me that by wrapping one end of a piece of electric flex around the aerial and the other around the water pipes, I could use the whole house as an aerial. Happy days! Well, sort of... I had perfect reception, the day Raddy f**king Antic sent us down.
All those years when I'd have given anything to actually be there. Long drawn out Saturday afternoons, spent huddled in my bedroom, waiting for Jimmy Armfield to shut the f**k up, so Ron Jones could tell us about a goal at Maine Road. And it was hardly ever a City goal.
Then I grew up (relatively speaking). I could afford the odd trip over. Tickets weren't exactly hard to come by, either. Ryanair came along and, for all their faults, they did make it cheaper. Sky came along and, as biased as they are, at least it's not solely about the same five clubs, week in week out, like ITV were. Suddenly, in my adult years, that hissing, crackling soundtrack of my childhood seemed like a lonesome, foggy dream. Satellite TV happened, quite literally whilst nobody was looking. Matches could be bounced into outer space, back down again and beamed live on the telly in my local. The small corner portable telly, mind because the 50" plasma screens were always busy playing you know who. Progress, I tells ya! I'd gone from being huddled, alone, in my bedroom listening to City to huddled with my wife, kids and one or two other like-minded pilgrims watching City, albeit with the sound usually turned down or occasionally drowned out.
Then: the takeover! Suddenly, we were gigging on the main stage. Big time, baby! I could tell the f**kers to stand idle. City were the biggest game and ye can piss off to the corner. Neutrals wanted to watch us. People (supposed football fans!) who had spent decades blithely ignorant of MCFC were suddenly crackling and hissing at Tevez and Balotelli. Oscar Wilde had it right when he bemoaned being talked about. It's a good feeling to piss off the people who once pitied your allegiance. Damn it, life, not to tempt fate, is good, these days. My mortgage will be paid off in the next couple of years. So, when City came a-knocking, asking about whether I'd like to upgrade the Bluecard to a Season card, I said I'd go for it. It'll be a poor enough seat, higher than God's attic and behind the goals but hey, at least there will be goals scored in them goals - and most of them by City, too. And - more importantly - hey, it'll be MY seat. Huddled up against the clouds and the sounds of the crowd drowned out by the scream of a passing 747, probably, but mine just the same.
And all that... years of it... frustration, anger, disappointment and glorious, glorious joy too... all of it so that I can look forward to being squeezed between f**kers watching, on an iPad, a stream of a replay of the moment that they just missed live because they were too busy watching an ad for Sky... Why bother?

I. Give. Up.

The current version doesn't work properly.

&

I haven't yet seen anything from City to suggest it will be available during the match.

WHY DO YOU PEOPLE THINK PEOPLE WILL IGNORE THE MATCH JUST BECAUSE OF AN INTERNET CONNECTION?

Luddite's the lot of ya.
 
dobobobo said:
WHY DO YOU PEOPLE THINK PEOPLE WILL IGNORE THE MATCH JUST BECAUSE OF AN INTERNET CONNECTION?

There was an old dear who used to come with her husband a few years back in around 108ish, and she used to bring a book to read.
 
The corporate tickets in Level 2 won't sell themselves. This sort of thing will go down well on the advertising literature.
 

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