They could easily have been more precise on a further settlement and it would have/could have been endorsed by CAS. It would have been final (this time). As for "guilt" - it is customary for commercial settlements to say that neither party accepts liability or "guilt". Whatever happens at CAS, City can't close down any further future "attacks" from the competition.They may even have offered a suspended sentence but I don’t think we saw any reason to admit guilt or perhaps more importantly we probably didn’t trust the G14 not to stitch us up again. We took one ‘pinch’ and look where that got us?
There is a lot at stake. Losing is a 2 year ban AND lots of other issues. Settling in a managed way at 1 year for a ban in a Covid CL feels a commercial decision UNLESS we are super confident of our appeal being fully upheld.If you don’t think City would be particularly likely to pursue the matter on through the Swiss Courts, am I right in thinking your confidence has its roots then in UEFA simply mitigating against the possibility of losing at CAS (ie they’d rather have settled for a 12 month ban rather than risk us getting no ban at all)?
Which one is me Al?
Thought as much. Best to check though. :-)Dr Dre. He’s the obvious choice as he’s the only medically trained one.
In the 50s, we played rallivo, the pop man delvered in stoneware jars, the rag and boneman came round on his horse drawn cart shouting "eh, raggedy bo..........one", and it was "sis, pak, brick" or "one tate, two tate, three tate more" and my gran called it a barm.Jeez were you from my street, that's my whole childhood. Haven't heard anyone refer to rallivo since den, let alone spell it.
Sis-par-brick too. Its all rock paper scissors nowadays
Fsake!!! you lot are beggining to sound like Manchesters equivalent of the four Yorkshiremen.In the 50s, we played rallivo, the pop man delvered in stoneware jars, the rag and boneman came round on his horse drawn cart shouting "eh, raggedy bo..........one", and it was "sis, pak, brick" or "one tate, two tate, three tate more" and my gran called it a barm.
And a newspaper lasted three days. Day one we read it. Day two we spread it on the table like a tablecloth, and day three we cut it up into squares and put it on a nail in the outside lavvie.Fsake!!! you lot are beggining to sound like Manchesters equivalent of the four Yorkshiremen.
fucking sis-PAR-brick, wtf is par, its pack, sis, pack brick
In the 50s, we played rallivo, the pop man delvered in stoneware jars, the rag and boneman came round on his horse drawn cart shouting "eh, raggedy bo..........one", and it was "sis, pak, brick" or "one tate, two tate, three tate more" and my gran called it a barm.
They may even have offered a suspended sentence but I don’t think we saw any reason to admit guilt or perhaps more importantly we probably didn’t trust the G14 not to stitch us up again. We took one ‘pinch’ and look where that got us?