Q8-Blue said:
To be honest many a club was bought by amazingly by rich gazillionaires only to receive 0 to little investment in the club and for the owner to sell and leave, in 2007 the 6th richest man in the world purchased 20% of QPR, he really didn't invest a lot in QPR nor did he even offer a controlling stake at the club yet his net worth is 31 Billion Dollars. Therefore it wasn't a guarantee that things will turn out as they did, we were just blessed to have such a wonderful owner.
Truth is we all have to start somewhere, every individual has their reason to support and be apart of our club. We might not have an obvious connection to Manchester but are we really all that different? We might not be able to attend every single game as we're located in opposite corners of this pale blue dot but we support the club in our own special way. Some of us wake up at daft o'clock sacrificing our only weekend. Some of us work hard and save up just to spend our hard earned vacation time in Manchester to watch a game or two. Some of us like our fellow supporters in Sierra Leone struggle through life with the only bright spot being watching our team win in an outdated TV set or a slow and crappy stream powered by dial-up.
Should we ban him from taking pictures as it might annoy our ears?
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Funny thing is, you say where would 'we' be without Sheikh Mansour's investment, well the club would be in mid-table and
we would attending every week as per, whereas you would've
chosen to 'support' Chelsea because you're fond of the colour navy blue, or admire Torres' flowing blonde locks.
As you say,
we were blessed to have 'such a wonderful owner' take the reigns, you weren't, as you've said yourself you knew nothing of us in 2008.
But now you try to equate your feelings of the club to ours after 'supporting' us for 12 months?
That should go some way to explaining why the likes of yourself are so disparaged by the rest of us.
On another note, I find it pretty fucking shameless that you'll compare your story of half-heartedly searching for a club to 'support' from the comfort of your armchair after developing a passing interest in football after the World Cup, to that of a man with absolutely nothing to his name, living in a war-torn third world country who by a chance meeting with a charitable blue in his country formed a relationship which began with small-talk about football, and soon developed into a charitable aid excursion encompassing football with a goal to provide local children with an alternative to crime, while providing a flittering distraction from their struggle with crippling poverty with help to arrange football tournaments and providing the necessary kit and transport to do so.
Also funnily enough, Armani (the man in question, in the first picture you posted) opened the Sierra Leone supporter's club in 2003, long before any potential glory or trophies, when we still played at Maine Road in fact. His supporters club is now the biggest City supporter's club outside of the UK.
A tale of admirable courage and the great efforts of a charitable man to aid someone whom he'd developed a close relationship and greatly empathised with.
You on the other hand, made a callous, cold, logical choice to 'support' City 12 months ago after developing a passing interest in 'soccer' following the World Cup.
If you wish to understand why your presence is so resented, by myself at least, read this;
machiavellian said:
I can relate to the OP.
I'm 21, the OP is apparently 19, you've got to remember that for lads of our generation, what attracted us to City was Maine Road. The authentic feel of the football club, wanting to be a part of the proper football club with real fans - in stark contrast to the alternative.
It's the reason we didn't take the easy option like 90% of the other spineless needy bastards in the playground and support the rags.
Blues of our generation in Manchester are few and far between, when I was in high school, in a year that contained roughly 200 kids, I could count the amount of blues among them two hands.
We were a rare breed in the 90's and early 2000, but it didn't bother us, it made our love of City all the stronger. We might be in the minority, and the rag kids might have all the trophies and glory, but that's all they have, we're blues, we're a rare breed of persevering hardy souls with one thing in common - a deep-rooted, immovable love of all things Manchester City.
Maine Road is what encapsulated us, enchanted us. The cobbled, terraced streets. The tightly packed stands with low roofs, the wide and imposing expanse of the Kippax. The wise old heads in the stands who knew everything and anything City, the way everyone around your regular spot in the stands was a familiar face, and usually a good friend. The feeling of despite the offerings on the pitch, you were part of something special, a 'proper' football club with genuine fans who truly cared about their club and likewise their fellow blues.
In contrast, United were sweeping all before them and winning the league and european cup treble while we clawing our way out of the third tier. Everyone you knew was a rag, had a replica kit and worshipped the eternal lisp, but didn't know who they were playing on the weekend or who they played last week.
The choice was clear for us - real tears and all football, over corporate, sanitised football with guaranteed trophies and shallow bragging rights.
It's what made us blues. The alternatives were not attractive, despite being exactly that to all of our friends and often our families.
We despised the shallow, spineless nature of the gloryhunting scum who'd call themselves United 'supporters' solely to attach and associate themselves with the success and glory which they were all but guaranteed for the rest of their pathetic lives.
But it didn't matter, because we knew where we stood and we knew that in City we supported a genuine football club with fans who'd bleed for their club.
Call it a trade off if you like.
For kids of our generation, it was essentially this choice as a child;
Trophies, success, and attractive football - but an entirely unfulfilling shallow existence comprised of daily attempts of explaining the offside rule to your fellow 'supporters' and similar attempts at explaining why United weren't playing the same weekend England were.
Or, joining the tightly knit family of tears and all football, roller coaster rides between relegation and promotion, but most significantly a feeling an immense belonging, you were part of a family, and the despite what was going on in the other side of (Greater) Manchester, you didn't measure yourself in trophies or medals because it didn't define you - it didn't make you who you were.
So you'll have to excuse the likes of us who see the similarities with us and the rags (besides the football) growing daily, and the masses of morally defunct souless needy wankers suddenly taking a liking to City and calling themselves 'blues', when we voice our resentment and to be entirely sincere, genuine disgust at these people.
I make no apologies if I've offended anyone, simply my opinion. Most will understand or relate with it.
But it's nothing personal, you're simply a prime example of the spineless, characterless gloryhunters I grew up despising. And, by and large, I just think the likes of yourself are pitiful tits, mate.
I hope that was succinctly put.
