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CYI. Your day next weekendceefoo said:CONGRATS CITY! :) from a Hammer
I didn't think it would be straight forward, and City being City, proved me correct. lol
A final day battle to decide the EPL title. City vs Utd. Blue vs Red. Good vs Evil.
City: The BEST HOME record vs QPR: the WORST AWAY record. It should be a walk in the park right? WRONG!
When Mackie's goal went in, i just kept thinking; How could you do all the hard work and then blow it? How could you?
The camera kept showing the agony and utter despair on the fans faces and i was right there with you.
I kept thinking; this MANURE team and their scummy cheating players and glory hunting "fans" are going to steal the title away from you and they will be THE WORST TEAM EVER to win the EPL, it's a travesty. This is Chelski vs Barca all over again. There CANNOT be a GOD!
BUT ......... I knew what THIS group of players were capable of, and i was convinced (No BS) that if you got a second goal, you would score a third. But time was running out. We were in to stoppage time and i had all but given up hope.
And then it happened .... AGUEROOOOoooooo! I have NEVER celebrated a goal from another club like i did that day MAY 13th 2012.
It brought a tear to my eye to see the long suffering City fans FINALLY have their day. Well done City! You deserve it!
Footnote: BUT PLEASE. Don't let success turn you into what you despise so much and what sets you apart from your hated neighbour.
Be humble in victory and show dignity in defeat, and you'll continue to have what THEY will NEVER have ...... CLASS!
r.soleofsalford
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its nice to see there are decent football fans out there. with people like this football will never die.
i for one appreciate all the good wishes
i for one appreciate all the good wishes
Alright everyone, Bristol City fan here deciding to share my experience of the match as a neutral.
Before the match I knew that you wouldn't do anything to any plan and I actualy told my dad that it would go right down to the wire. Then Toure got injured and it seemed like QPR were just trying to ruin your celebrations. Then Zabaleta scored and I went fucking mental...
Of course, it being you lot you had to do something horrendous to scare the absolute shite out of everyone and so you duly went and conceded some horrible goals against 10 men. At this point I was desolate, sick to my stomach like I have only been a few times in my football watching life. Paddy Kenny was deciding not to be shit at the worst possible time for me and for all of you.
So I'm screaming at Mancini to take Tevez off and put Dzeko and Balotelli on, foolishly believing that there was hope. Dzeko had a shot denied by Kenny's foot, Balotelli had one brilliantly saved, QPR were defending like they hadn't defended all season and I was hurtling towards the abyss. The lowest point was probably when Dzeko's shot went out for a throw in.
But my Dad was telling me that there was still hope and I think I gave him short shrift and probably swore. Dzeko scores. I jump up and shout. 4 minutes left! QPR resort to lumping it away. Aguero is a cool head and he gives it to Balotelli. The guy's on the floor but he plays an inspired pass into the space...
...Aguero runs onto the ball, Onuoha tries to delegitate him or something, and then he hits it. Time stood still for me.
And then everything went mental. I hit the wall so hard I broke a knuckle and I celebrated a goal like I have never done before as a neutral. The only times I have ever celebrated more have been when we've left it late (David Noble in the playoffs in 2008, Chris Wood this year vs Coventry, Scott Murray vs Middlesbrough in 2007).
The reason why it meant so much is because Man Utd are arsewipes. Their plastic fans crawl out of the woodwork every time they win something to denounce the fans of the team that they have just beaten and announce that they are so fucking fantastic. Howard Webb is clearly in their pocket and so are most of the others.
You played the best football this year by far and in many ways it was a travesty that you had to win on the last day. But you did. And it was well-deserved. Don't get too big for your boots and stay true to your roots even when you get the inevitable hoardes of Thai good-time-fans who have supported City ever since Kompany lifted the trophy.
However, fuck you all for nicking Shaun Goater and making him famous, fuck you all for breaking my hand, and fuck the people who disabled smilies as they would have made this post so much better.
But thanks for the excellent football, thanks for all the great players you have lured to our fine country, and above all thanks for giving me the most orgasmic 25 seconds of neutral fandom ever...
Also, regarding Stoke fans -- they are all pieces of shit. Inbred shit.
Before the match I knew that you wouldn't do anything to any plan and I actualy told my dad that it would go right down to the wire. Then Toure got injured and it seemed like QPR were just trying to ruin your celebrations. Then Zabaleta scored and I went fucking mental...
Of course, it being you lot you had to do something horrendous to scare the absolute shite out of everyone and so you duly went and conceded some horrible goals against 10 men. At this point I was desolate, sick to my stomach like I have only been a few times in my football watching life. Paddy Kenny was deciding not to be shit at the worst possible time for me and for all of you.
So I'm screaming at Mancini to take Tevez off and put Dzeko and Balotelli on, foolishly believing that there was hope. Dzeko had a shot denied by Kenny's foot, Balotelli had one brilliantly saved, QPR were defending like they hadn't defended all season and I was hurtling towards the abyss. The lowest point was probably when Dzeko's shot went out for a throw in.
But my Dad was telling me that there was still hope and I think I gave him short shrift and probably swore. Dzeko scores. I jump up and shout. 4 minutes left! QPR resort to lumping it away. Aguero is a cool head and he gives it to Balotelli. The guy's on the floor but he plays an inspired pass into the space...
...Aguero runs onto the ball, Onuoha tries to delegitate him or something, and then he hits it. Time stood still for me.
And then everything went mental. I hit the wall so hard I broke a knuckle and I celebrated a goal like I have never done before as a neutral. The only times I have ever celebrated more have been when we've left it late (David Noble in the playoffs in 2008, Chris Wood this year vs Coventry, Scott Murray vs Middlesbrough in 2007).
The reason why it meant so much is because Man Utd are arsewipes. Their plastic fans crawl out of the woodwork every time they win something to denounce the fans of the team that they have just beaten and announce that they are so fucking fantastic. Howard Webb is clearly in their pocket and so are most of the others.
You played the best football this year by far and in many ways it was a travesty that you had to win on the last day. But you did. And it was well-deserved. Don't get too big for your boots and stay true to your roots even when you get the inevitable hoardes of Thai good-time-fans who have supported City ever since Kompany lifted the trophy.
However, fuck you all for nicking Shaun Goater and making him famous, fuck you all for breaking my hand, and fuck the people who disabled smilies as they would have made this post so much better.
But thanks for the excellent football, thanks for all the great players you have lured to our fine country, and above all thanks for giving me the most orgasmic 25 seconds of neutral fandom ever...
Also, regarding Stoke fans -- they are all pieces of shit. Inbred shit.
Rascal
El Presidente
BCFCJosh said:Alright everyone, Bristol City fan here deciding to share my experience of the match as a neutral.
Before the match I knew that you wouldn't do anything to any plan and I actualy told my dad that it would go right down to the wire. Then Toure got injured and it seemed like QPR were just trying to ruin your celebrations. Then Zabaleta scored and I went fucking mental...
Of course, it being you lot you had to do something horrendous to scare the absolute shite out of everyone and so you duly went and conceded some horrible goals against 10 men. At this point I was desolate, sick to my stomach like I have only been a few times in my football watching life. Paddy Kenny was deciding not to be shit at the worst possible time for me and for all of you.
So I'm screaming at Mancini to take Tevez off and put Dzeko and Balotelli on, foolishly believing that there was hope. Dzeko had a shot denied by Kenny's foot, Balotelli had one brilliantly saved, QPR were defending like they hadn't defended all season and I was hurtling towards the abyss. The lowest point was probably when Dzeko's shot went out for a throw in.
But my Dad was telling me that there was still hope and I think I gave him short shrift and probably swore. Dzeko scores. I jump up and shout. 4 minutes left! QPR resort to lumping it away. Aguero is a cool head and he gives it to Balotelli. The guy's on the floor but he plays an inspired pass into the space...
...Aguero runs onto the ball, Onuoha tries to delegitate him or something, and then he hits it. Time stood still for me.
And then everything went mental. I hit the wall so hard I broke a knuckle and I celebrated a goal like I have never done before as a neutral. The only times I have ever celebrated more have been when we've left it late (David Noble in the playoffs in 2008, Chris Wood this year vs Coventry, Scott Murray vs Middlesbrough in 2007).
The reason why it meant so much is because Man Utd are arsewipes. Their plastic fans crawl out of the woodwork every time they win something to denounce the fans of the team that they have just beaten and announce that they are so fucking fantastic. Howard Webb is clearly in their pocket and so are most of the others.
You played the best football this year by far and in many ways it was a travesty that you had to win on the last day. But you did. And it was well-deserved. Don't get too big for your boots and stay true to your roots even when you get the inevitable hoardes of Thai good-time-fans who have supported City ever since Kompany lifted the trophy.
However, fuck you all for nicking Shaun Goater and making him famous, fuck you all for breaking my hand, and fuck the people who disabled smilies as they would have made this post so much better.
But thanks for the excellent football, thanks for all the great players you have lured to our fine country, and above all thanks for giving me the most orgasmic 25 seconds of neutral fandom ever...
Also, regarding Stoke fans -- they are all pieces of shit. Inbred shit.
Great post fella
Im glad you enjoyed it :)
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pauldominic said:Prestwich_Blue said:On Radio 5Live this morning, Nicky Campbell (who IS a football fan) was raving about it but said his wife (who hates everything about football normally) jumped up off the couch screaming with delight when Sergio scored. His co-presenter Rachel Burden (a rugby fan) was enthusing about it.
Matthew Syed, one of the Times leader writers said in today's paper:
Too much money? Players overpaid? Excessive hype? A cultural distraction? Hold those thoughts just for one day or two. Because yesterday provided the most pulsating, dramatic, life-affirming & consistently staggering day in the history of Premier League football.
He also wrote this article. It certainly sums me up emotionally: -
You would have to be off your rocker to be a Manchester City fan. Anybody thinking of supporting a Manchester club in recent decades would have done far better to plump for the Reds.
United have a more storied history (as Sir Alex Ferguson pointed out, rather cruelly, on Sunday) and, until very recently, an infinitely brighter future. So, why would any sane person look any farther than Old Trafford?
But that is the thing about football allegiances: they are not determined by the conventions of consumer psychology. Choosing a football club is not like choosing a soap powder or a brand of razor. You do not plump for the easy or even the sensible choice. Indeed, the reasons fans give for their allegiance often seem almost provocatively irrational when set against the lifetime of devotion that they entail.
“I support Spurs because my favourite uncle did.” “I support Brentford because Griffin Park was the first ground at which I watched a live match.” “I support Manchester City because I am a masochist and really fancied half a century of anguish.” (As one fan told me yesterday with a knowing smile on his face.)
And sometimes, there is no choice at all. In Far Foreign Land, his heartfelt ode to Liverpool, Tony Evans, the Football Editor of The Times, writes: “There are people who contend that the state of obsession that many of us exist with is an affectation, a lifestyle choice. It’s not. Right from the beginning, from the first moment that my consciousness registered as a memory, I’ve known that it is a part of my being. And it can skew the way you look at life.”
Perhaps nobody has given us a more evocative analysis of fandom than Nick Hornby in Fever Pitch. It is a book in which Hornby turns his gaze deep within to grapple with the impenetrable mysteries of his own fanaticism. “I fell in love with football as I was later to fall in love with women,” he writes. “Suddenly, inexplicably, uncritically, giving no thought to the pain or disruption it would bring with it.”
The notion that pain, or, at the very least, angst, is the conventional inner state of a diehard supporter is well documented, and it explains some otherwise mysterious assertions. A friend who supports Chelsea told me that, as he took his seat to watch the first leg of the Champions League semi-final against Barcelona at Stamford Bridge, he hoped for an early goal for the Spaniards. “I was just too tense,” he said. “At least if Barça knocked one in early, I could relax, knowing that it was all over.”
These paradoxes often seem bewildering to those not afflicted with the football disease. But they are legion. In one of the match reports of City’s trophy-clinching triumph on Sunday afternoon, it was revealed how one group of their fans, sitting in front of the press box, left the stadium just a few minutes before the epic denouement. Did they care so little that they could not wait to see if City would turn it around? Of course not. The problem was that they cared too much.
When fans turn away, close their eyes, leave the stadium, and so on, I am often reminded of parents watching their children play competitive sport.
For many it is just too emotionally draining, too attritional. They are so personally involved in what is happening that they cannot bear to sit on the sidelines, powerless. At certain stages of the match at the Etihad Stadium on Sunday, you could almost imagine the fans invading the pitch to force the ball into the Queens Park Rangers net by sheer dint of numbers. Instead they sat in growing anguish. No wonder that some left early.
Those who do not really get football will have watched the highlights on the news, or perhaps the celebrations on Monday evening, and wondered at how a simple game could reach so deep into the soul of a community. But football is more than a game. Even for those of us who love other sports, it is easy to acknowledge that football is in a different league altogether, both in its spectacle and its basic anthropology.
For Evans, Hornby and millions more, it is an obsession; a facet of identity; a reason to be gripped with angst and, very occasionally, with the glorious, incontinent joy that was witnessed on Sunday afternoon as thousands of City fans leapt the perimeter advertising and ran hither and thither in a state of unabashed ecstasy. In what other forum, sporting or cultural, do we see such an mass outpouring?
The illogicality of fandom is, of course, part of its power. That a City supporter cannot rationally justify why he supports the Blues rather than the Reds, or that an Anfield devotee cannot logically infer that Liverpool are, when all is said and done, a more worthy team to follow than Tranmere Rovers, imbues fandom with an emotional significance that other forms of allegiance cannot begin to match. In that sense, football (in a profound way) is like religion.
For fans of City, it has been an interminable wait. Many older supporters have become so accustomed to the cruel irony of living with disappointment next to glorious neighbours that it has spawned its own literature. Manchester United Ruined My Life, a lyrical memoir by Colin Shindler, a Jewish boy growing up as a Blue in the shadow of Old Trafford, is one of a host of bittersweet autobiographies. “I wanted them to win every match and I was devastated when they didn’t,” Shindler writes.
He was devastated rather a lot.
The liturgy of fandom also acknowledges this essential pain, and many of the most satirical chants in recent years have been consciously self-mocking. The City classic: “Macclesfield Town, are you watching?”, chanted as their own team were being relegated to the same division as their Cheshire neighbours, remains one of the most bitingly funny as well as one of the most poignant in the genre.
But without pain, there can be no pleasure, as C. S. Lewis has often observed.
To comprehend the release of euphoria on Sunday afternoon, you first have to understand the 44-year incubation period. Four decades of anguish were the prerequisite for a release so volcanic that neutrals watching on the telly in their thousands will have cracked a smile, perhaps even a chuckle, in empathy. Truly, it was one of the most astonishing afternoons of sport in living memory.
The Times managed to track down one of the supporters who left the Etihad Stadium early and heard the news of Sergio Agüero’s winner on the radio while driving through Manchester. He had left with six members of his family because none of them could stand it any longer as the clock ticked down.
“We got home in time to see the trophy being lifted on television,” he said. “That saved it for us. My dad was there crying his eyes out. He’s 67, a City fan all his life. He’s crying, my mum’s giving him a hug. I was surrounded by all the people that matter most to me, so I can’t complain.”
For sports fans, Sunday afternoon was one of the greatest days in the history of football. But for City fans, many of them, it was one of the greatest days in life.
-- Tue May 15, 2012 10:10 pm --
carlos92 said:Rascal said:This is from an Everton fan on another forum i use
and my reply to him
Spot on there Rascal.
Oh lord that takes me back. Thanks for the memories.
Superb thread this - A quite brilliant piece from Matthew Syed - thank you for posting this one !
This thread should remain a sticky until the start of the season to make sure every visitor to the site gets to read the thread.
I hadn't even gave a thought to how we would be viewed by all other clubs fans but reading this thread makes me so proud I actually choke reading some of the posts because they bring back that feeling when Aguero scored, I am unable to explain what it meant to me, being born Sept 68 means all my dreams were realised in that one instance
Thanks to all neutrals who are sharing there moments with us.
Come on Ric make it a sticky
I hadn't even gave a thought to how we would be viewed by all other clubs fans but reading this thread makes me so proud I actually choke reading some of the posts because they bring back that feeling when Aguero scored, I am unable to explain what it meant to me, being born Sept 68 means all my dreams were realised in that one instance
Thanks to all neutrals who are sharing there moments with us.
Come on Ric make it a sticky
jimharri
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Excellent post there mate; nice one. Summed up sunday perfectly. And thanks for the Goat (and indeed Gerry Gow!) all those years ago; much appreciated.BCFCJosh said:Alright everyone, Bristol City fan here deciding to share my experience of the match as a neutral.
Before the match I knew that you wouldn't do anything to any plan and I actualy told my dad that it would go right down to the wire. Then Toure got injured and it seemed like QPR were just trying to ruin your celebrations. Then Zabaleta scored and I went fucking mental...
Of course, it being you lot you had to do something horrendous to scare the absolute shite out of everyone and so you duly went and conceded some horrible goals against 10 men. At this point I was desolate, sick to my stomach like I have only been a few times in my football watching life. Paddy Kenny was deciding not to be shit at the worst possible time for me and for all of you.
So I'm screaming at Mancini to take Tevez off and put Dzeko and Balotelli on, foolishly believing that there was hope. Dzeko had a shot denied by Kenny's foot, Balotelli had one brilliantly saved, QPR were defending like they hadn't defended all season and I was hurtling towards the abyss. The lowest point was probably when Dzeko's shot went out for a throw in.
But my Dad was telling me that there was still hope and I think I gave him short shrift and probably swore. Dzeko scores. I jump up and shout. 4 minutes left! QPR resort to lumping it away. Aguero is a cool head and he gives it to Balotelli. The guy's on the floor but he plays an inspired pass into the space...
...Aguero runs onto the ball, Onuoha tries to delegitate him or something, and then he hits it. Time stood still for me.
And then everything went mental. I hit the wall so hard I broke a knuckle and I celebrated a goal like I have never done before as a neutral. The only times I have ever celebrated more have been when we've left it late (David Noble in the playoffs in 2008, Chris Wood this year vs Coventry, Scott Murray vs Middlesbrough in 2007).
The reason why it meant so much is because Man Utd are arsewipes. Their plastic fans crawl out of the woodwork every time they win something to denounce the fans of the team that they have just beaten and announce that they are so fucking fantastic. Howard Webb is clearly in their pocket and so are most of the others.
You played the best football this year by far and in many ways it was a travesty that you had to win on the last day. But you did. And it was well-deserved. Don't get too big for your boots and stay true to your roots even when you get the inevitable hoardes of Thai good-time-fans who have supported City ever since Kompany lifted the trophy.
However, fuck you all for nicking Shaun Goater and making him famous, fuck you all for breaking my hand, and fuck the people who disabled smilies as they would have made this post so much better.
But thanks for the excellent football, thanks for all the great players you have lured to our fine country, and above all thanks for giving me the most orgasmic 25 seconds of neutral fandom ever...
Also, regarding Stoke fans -- they are all pieces of shit. Inbred shit.
*whisper* It was Taiwo, not Ned who did the attempted tackle on Kun. Believe me; I've watched it enough times since sunday to be pretty sure on this!
BCFCJosh said:Alright everyone, Bristol City fan here deciding to share my experience of the match as a neutral.
Before the match I knew that you wouldn't do anything to any plan and I actualy told my dad that it would go right down to the wire. Then Toure got injured and it seemed like QPR were just trying to ruin your celebrations. Then Zabaleta scored and I went fucking mental...
Of course, it being you lot you had to do something horrendous to scare the absolute shite out of everyone and so you duly went and conceded some horrible goals against 10 men. At this point I was desolate, sick to my stomach like I have only been a few times in my football watching life. Paddy Kenny was deciding not to be shit at the worst possible time for me and for all of you.
So I'm screaming at Mancini to take Tevez off and put Dzeko and Balotelli on, foolishly believing that there was hope. Dzeko had a shot denied by Kenny's foot, Balotelli had one brilliantly saved, QPR were defending like they hadn't defended all season and I was hurtling towards the abyss. The lowest point was probably when Dzeko's shot went out for a throw in.
But my Dad was telling me that there was still hope and I think I gave him short shrift and probably swore. Dzeko scores. I jump up and shout. 4 minutes left! QPR resort to lumping it away. Aguero is a cool head and he gives it to Balotelli. The guy's on the floor but he plays an inspired pass into the space...
...Aguero runs onto the ball, Onuoha tries to delegitate him or something, and then he hits it. Time stood still for me.
And then everything went mental. I hit the wall so hard I broke a knuckle and I celebrated a goal like I have never done before as a neutral. The only times I have ever celebrated more have been when we've left it late (David Noble in the playoffs in 2008, Chris Wood this year vs Coventry, Scott Murray vs Middlesbrough in 2007).
The reason why it meant so much is because Man Utd are arsewipes. Their plastic fans crawl out of the woodwork every time they win something to denounce the fans of the team that they have just beaten and announce that they are so fucking fantastic. Howard Webb is clearly in their pocket and so are most of the others.
You played the best football this year by far and in many ways it was a travesty that you had to win on the last day. But you did. And it was well-deserved. Don't get too big for your boots and stay true to your roots even when you get the inevitable hoardes of Thai good-time-fans who have supported City ever since Kompany lifted the trophy.
However, fuck you all for nicking Shaun Goater and making him famous, fuck you all for breaking my hand, and fuck the people who disabled smilies as they would have made this post so much better.
But thanks for the excellent football, thanks for all the great players you have lured to our fine country, and above all thanks for giving me the most orgasmic 25 seconds of neutral fandom ever...
Also, regarding Stoke fans -- they are all pieces of shit. Inbred shit.
Bloody hell, what a soddin fantastic post!!
Thank you xx