Well, I don't know if anyone else recalls this (by the way, I had no internet for the summer, so all the old threads are a new read for me!) but on the Sunday City played Sunderland - my mate was over (Liverpool fan) to watch them play Villa on Sky. I had it on SSN and the guy at TSOL said 'Not a lot in the match so far, but the big talk between the news reporters here is that there will be a big announcement soon about Citys ownership'.
Monday morning.
Woke up at about 11am. Lay in bed - no need to get up, September had started, and soon enough I'd be back at Uni finishing my final year. Then my phone started going. My Uncle told me we'd been taken over - I remembered what the guy had said during the Sunderland match yesterday so merely thought 'oh right, well atleast Dr. T is out of the picture.' Called my Dad (he was in Spain) told him that Thaskin had been bought out and we had no owners but didn't really know the score yet as I hadn't seen the TV. Well, my Dad got a call back again about 10 minutes later telling him the wealth which we'd come into. Still, my thoughts were 'Typical - get bought by these apparent rich blokes on the last day of the window.' My rag mate called me up and I wound him up saying we were gonna go for Berbatov just to fuck United off and literally it came up on the yellow ticker. Brilliant.
Unfortunately I had a date that night and was supposed to be going to the cinema at 7, I was tempted to call it off, but when purple nose had picked up Berbatov at the airport I thought nothing would happen.
Whilst I was watching The Dark Knight, I received 27 txts and was called 6 times. I rushed home with this girl after the film finished and... well I can't say on here the rest of the story because its too explicit. But, I'll leave it up to your imagination what was going on when it was announced that we'd signed Robinho.
