They've never forgotten that Welcome to Manchester poster......
It hurt them and hurts them still, but for different reasons, because the changes it heralded have come to pass.
Our poster had a marvellous, funny, fuck you effect, that resonated beyond Manchester, because it was a harbinger of things to come, that the future was sky blue, and the smarter rags like Ferguson were stung by it, because they could see where this was headed, they knew City were coming, not just for Tevez, but for them.
The rags poster, it's overblown size, its site, the choice of player, its pathetic mimicry, its desperate plea for "authenticity" is an admission of their defeat, an affirmation they're yesterdays men, an attempt to claw something back that they've lost, our city, that they've never had, and their predominance that they're not getting back.
Their poster stinks of desperation, a pale imitation that harks back to a time when they had the whip hand, a marketing faux pas, pathetic in its vacuous claim to a home they've never given a shit about and all the more ludicrous because of where they actually are, both in location and pecking order.
A work of genius!
The rags?
They can fuck off back to London, this City is ours.
And everyone knows it.