HH Sheik Mansour arrives...

Feck Mansour. He stole my feckin thunder. For years and years I did the lottery in hope of winning a jackpot big enough to buy Man City and win a league cup if we were lucky. Then that suave handsome genius of a man comes along a cheats me out of my one chance of being loved by ye'all.


(Actually I'd have made Swales look good)
 

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