Media Discussion - 2023/24

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I had a quick trawl through the newspapers before the morning swim, to see how they'd covered our success yesterday and, like you, read Liew's article reviewing the game.

In short, my response to Liew's effort is this.. what a joyless person he must be, writing such a dismal piece.

To expand on my reaction, it's not just the 'City Bingo' he plays throughout that gives away his joyless take on life ('state funded', 'autocrats', 'billion £ spend', '115 charges' and the like). He has to throw in extra, snide comments to pepper his prose; for example, thanking goodness that Noel Gallagher 'didn't reveal a new album'; that West Ham's goal silenced 'whatever noise there was in the stadium' and so on.. these are the things that make me think that Liew's presence in the room would suck the life out of it for the rest of us.

But I think there's more that Liew and his chums in the UK sports media should consider when they put together such clickbait, shoddy 'journalism'. Allow me to explain further..

In yesterday's sunshine, I went to the match to meet up with my family and friends, all of us hoping our club would finish the task of winning what would be an unprecedented fourth consecutive title after 10 months of incredible struggle against two of the toughest opponents imaginable.

Like many Blues, I thought of family and friends no longer around to witness what we've been able to see happen since 2008. They'd never believe me if they could come back for a day and I told them what has been happening while they've been away!

I particularly had in mind an old school pal, Bob, whose younger brother Mike was as City daft as the rest of us when we were all at Grammar school together. Sadly, Mike was a haemophiliac who died on our school playing field in 1969. For all the years thereafter that I knew Bobby, he'd always say 'We only get one shot at this..'

Fast forward to 1976, I met up with Bob as we were finishing our respective post-grad years to watch City beat Newcastle in the League Cup final at Wembley. Little did we know that would be it for possible trophy winning by City for the next 35 years.

We kept in touch during that time, occasionally meeting at Maine Road when he'd travel across from Yorkshire where he carved out his career as a widely respected Head Teacher at a school there. In 2011, as we were making progress under Mancini, I spoke with Bob about the prospect of us getting back to Wembley again and he mentioned how he wished his brother Mike was around to see it too. Sadly, Bob then suddenly passed away barely weeks before we played Stoke, aged 57. And of course, he never got to see everything that's happened with our club since.. all the excitement, the wonderful players, the thrilling football, the trophies, Pep.. you name it.

So, no Mr Liew et al in the media, with your clickbait agendas and your tribal loyalties that skew your reporting of our club and its achievements, no, we don't need your poor attempts at being clever, at trying to score points off our beloved City.

My pal Bobby would advise you to lighten up and stop sucking the life out of the room and concentrate on being positive about the most thrilling football this country has ever seen. You might find you enjoy life better if you give it a try..

'We only get one shot at this..'

A superb post, bang on the button. I often think of mates I've lost who've missed these fantastic times. Sadly they died really young. Dave Bergin committed suicide in 1984 aged just 24. John Quinn was stabbed to death aged 30 in 1986. Two mates who were at Maine Road with me in the dark days. I really hope there is some form of afterlife and they're up there celebrating together.
 
the media and social media is the culmination of the experiment that you will never go broke appealing to idiots.

The likes of channels like Goldbridge and that man baby Scouser and miserable newspaper columnists like Jonathan Liew, are the social media equivalent of those walk in shops that were everywhere in the high street about thirty plus years ago. Remember, the open fronted ones with a counter and a bloke shouting into a microphone? He would ask you to pay a tenner for a box. He would promise you that the contents of that box were worth much more than a tenner. He would show you all the expensive items that could be in that box. When the place was packed a couple of stooges would buy a box and open it to reveal what a bargain they'd bought. That would spark a frenzy amongst the crowd anxious to get a box for themselves.

Of course once they got home and opened the box it was full of cheap tat worth very little. When they went back to complain the shop and people running it were long gone. That's what you get with these media people. Lots of shouting and promise, but after the noise has worn off you are just left with an empty box and the feeling you've been conned.
 
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Banned by the club for lying to Pat Vieira and looking for revenge ever since. Roan has used his position as BBC Sports Editor to denigrate all City's achievements. He is an open pipeline for redtop cartel propaganda and has helped create a climate of hatred about us using their racist narratives. Time he was brought to account.
 
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Garth Crooks has obviously been told by some BBC twat to shoehorn a dipper into his team of the season

He seems embarrassed to have to do so and his explanatory paragraph explaining Van Dijk's inclusion is largely spent disparaging their season

Credit where it's due
 
The likes of channels like Goldbridge and that man baby Scouser and miserable newspaper columnists like Jonathan Liew, are the social media equivalent of those walk in shops that were everywhere in the high street about thirty plus years ago. Remember, the open fronted ones with a counter and a bloke shouting into a microphone? He would ask you to pay a tenner for a box. He would promise you that the contents of that box were worth much more than a tenner. He would show you all the expensive items that could be in that box. When the place was packed a couple of stooges would buy a box and open it to reveal what a bargain they'd bought. That would spark a frenzy amongst the crowd anxious to get a box for themselves.

Of course once they got home and opened the box it was full of cheap tat worth very little. When they went back to complain the shop and people running it were long gone. That's what you get with these media people. Lots of shouting and promise, but after the noise has worn off you are just left with an empty box and the feeling you've been conned.

You reminded me of ‘Meat Van Guy’ selling cheap shit.
 
A superb post, bang on the button. I often think of mates I've lost who've missed these fantastic times. Sadly they died really young. Dave Bergin committed suicide in 1984 aged just 24. John Quinn was stabbed to death aged 30 in 1986. Two mates who were at Maine Road with me in the dark days. I really hope there is some form of afterlife and they're up there celebrating together.
Every trophy I dedicate to my niece Emily who died in 2019 of cancer aged 21.A South stand season mem ticket holder with my brother her dad. Went to several cup finals and saw us win the league three times. Yesterday the family had her favourite Jager bombs in her memory. Hope she's watched the game somewhere with her grandad another keen blue who made all the family City fans.
 
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