Not took the time to see what Bluemoon thinks of the West Ham game yet, but judging by the list of thread titles, I can guess the prevailing opinion. Anyway...
I was looking forward to this game in the days building up to it. It is an important 8 days of football with three different competitions in matches (not to mention; end of the important Dec-Jan period.) After this is the point where my friends and I will start making proper predictions. City have been looking like we're about to build some momentum, we're seeing clean sheets and our we're through the worst of this season's injury devastation. So yeah, I was looking forward to it from a very logical perspective...
Then I saw the line up... hahaha...
Immediately I just thought, "Fuck it, Xenon. don't complain. Just enjoy the ride."
And I did. I remained optimistic. Discussed all the potential strengths of our set up. "On paper, blah blah. If we turn up, blah blah. We just need to concentrate, blah blah" You all know the classic phrases we've become accustomed to.
Fucking 50 seconds!
I don't think I've ever laughed at City's defence like I did as Jelovic and Antonius (or whatever the fuck their names are) consistently showed more threat than our world class attackers. After we conceded that goal from a throwing, something may have broke inside me, because I really never thought I'd laugh at our disadvantages. but it was so ridiculous that we weren't behind! How did we get a point out of that game? The stars must have aligned, or we were touched by a guardian angel or something. Hell, we may just win the league with this kind rub of the green.
Enough jokes though, the fact of the matter was that I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed when we went to the in-form team of the last 12 games with the "player-power" set up that we did. I tried to justify the set up tactically in my mind, (taking the Everton game into consideration,) I couldn't justify it. By the time the subs came I was on my top cheering on the Gung Ho attack like I'd been infected with some beserker rage.
Weird... weird game.
I'm tempted to analyse the intent and effect of the subs... I'm tempted tp try typing just how I feel about some of the individual technical performances of our players... but do I really want to cry on the sabbath? I think not.
Onward to the League Cup! Can't fucking wait to see what's in store for us. Weirdest season ever