PL charge City for alleged breaches of financial rules

I once played in a Friday night Birthday Party Subbuteo tournament in Hawk Green, Marple and felt a little intimidated by the capacity crowd of Subbuteo spectators, packed into all four Subbuteo stands, plus a mysterious Subbuteo Record providing all manner of football chants.
The host also boasted Subbuteo Match Officials and Dugouts reserved for the Subbuteo Management Team.

I was proud of my 1978 Peru World Cup XI reaching the Semi Final, but disaster soon struck when the host's mum interrupted the gathering with a plate of sandwiches and sausage rolls, and a glass of Tizer, whilst inadvertently crushing my star striker Hector Chumpitaz.

One of the older lads offered me Brian Greenhoff as a replacement, but he could fuck right off. Greenhoff was shite and his England XI had already been knocked out.

It was a magnificent backs-to-the-wall performance with only 10 men, but the cheating host's Austria XI weren't immune from a little controversial "dragging" and a late shot from Herbert Prohaska sadly deflected off Hugo Sotil, and my star goalkeeper "El Loco" Ramon Quiroga could only watch in horror as the ball trickled half a circumference over the goal line.

BASTARD!
 
I once played in a Friday night Birthday Party Subbuteo tournament in Hawk Green, Marple and felt a little intimidated by the capacity crowd of Subbuteo spectators, packed into all four Subbuteo stands, plus a mysterious Subbuteo Record providing all manner of football chants.
The host also boasted Subbuteo Match Officials and Dugouts reserved for the Subbuteo Management Team.

I was proud of my 1978 Peru World Cup XI reaching the Semi Final, but disaster soon struck when the host's mum interrupted the gathering with a plate of sandwiches and sausage rolls, and a glass of Tizer, whilst inadvertently crushing my star striker Hector Chumpitaz.

One of the older lads offered me Brian Greenhoff as a replacement, but he could fuck right off. Greenhoff was shite and his England XI had already been knocked out.

It was a magnificent backs-to-the-wall performance with only 10 men, but the cheating host's Austria XI weren't immune from a little controversial "dragging" and a late shot from Herbert Prohaska sadly deflected off Hugo Sotil, and my star goalkeeper "El Loco" Ramon Quiroga could only watch in horror as the ball trickled half a circumference over the goal line.

BASTARD!
Were you investigated by the league?
 
I once played in a Friday night Birthday Party Subbuteo tournament in Hawk Green, Marple and felt a little intimidated by the capacity crowd of Subbuteo spectators, packed into all four Subbuteo stands, plus a mysterious Subbuteo Record providing all manner of football chants.
The host also boasted Subbuteo Match Officials and Dugouts reserved for the Subbuteo Management Team.

I was proud of my 1978 Peru World Cup XI reaching the Semi Final, but disaster soon struck when the host's mum interrupted the gathering with a plate of sandwiches and sausage rolls, and a glass of Tizer, whilst inadvertently crushing my star striker Hector Chumpitaz.

One of the older lads offered me Brian Greenhoff as a replacement, but he could fuck right off. Greenhoff was shite and his England XI had already been knocked out.

It was a magnificent backs-to-the-wall performance with only 10 men, but the cheating host's Austria XI weren't immune from a little controversial "dragging" and a late shot from Herbert Prohaska sadly deflected off Hugo Sotil, and my star goalkeeper "El Loco" Ramon Quiroga could only watch in horror as the ball trickled half a circumference over the goal line.

BASTARD!
No goal line technology????!!!!
 
It’s pretty horrible isn’t it. Once again the impact on the fans has been totally overlooked in all this.

If successful and there is a shred of the judgement that indicates this whole exercise has been nothing more than an exercise in reputational damage there should be a class action lawsuit against the prem for emotional distress [emoji3] Bankrupt the fuckers
 
I got my first Subbuteo set in the late 50s. It came without a pitch and advised you to mark out and old blanket. I used the sheet from my bed and marked it out with crayon.
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My Dad who is now 86 told me the same story about having to make your own pitch. I think he mentioned an army blanket and goal nets made out of mother’s stockings.
We scoured eBay a few years back and bought a few teams made of card. We played for a couple of years. He was 75 back then and I was around early 50’s.
My dads nickname is Ron Manager.
 
I once played in a Friday night Birthday Party Subbuteo tournament in Hawk Green, Marple and felt a little intimidated by the capacity crowd of Subbuteo spectators, packed into all four Subbuteo stands, plus a mysterious Subbuteo Record providing all manner of football chants.
The host also boasted Subbuteo Match Officials and Dugouts reserved for the Subbuteo Management Team.

I was proud of my 1978 Peru World Cup XI reaching the Semi Final, but disaster soon struck when the host's mum interrupted the gathering with a plate of sandwiches and sausage rolls, and a glass of Tizer, whilst inadvertently crushing my star striker Hector Chumpitaz.

One of the older lads offered me Brian Greenhoff as a replacement, but he could fuck right off. Greenhoff was shite and his England XI had already been knocked out.

It was a magnificent backs-to-the-wall performance with only 10 men, but the cheating host's Austria XI weren't immune from a little controversial "dragging" and a late shot from Herbert Prohaska sadly deflected off Hugo Sotil, and my star goalkeeper "El Loco" Ramon Quiroga could only watch in horror as the ball trickled half a circumference over the goal line.

BASTARD!
 
It’s ridiculous that intelligent people cannot write a ruling that is clear particularly when it comes to something as important as contractual law or the law in general.

The fact that the APT panel had to sit again to clear up what they meant to people who are trained to understand does not give me hope.
Name of the game so it can be fiddled.
 
The worst thing about the "time barring" element is that it was debunked in the Judges' report, which also used the phrase "no evidence" 11 times, but the media wilfully chose to ignore what the Judges said. The "time barring" narrative was apparently pushed out by other PL Club Directors in conversation with journalists. It didn't seem to originate from the UEFA camp. City should have stamped on it. Morons like Carragher are still using it as a mantra. None of these clowns have even bothered to read the published evidence.
Trouble is the no evidence language is different from a not guilty. So we are still cheats but there was no evidence. So then how are we cheats? Well there is no way we could be better than united or eant more than Liverpool unless we were cheats. Everyone knows it
 

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