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I read the news today, oh boy. You couldn’t make this up! With God (4 Brazilians, an Olympian Argentine and the prodigal son Sean Wright-Philips) on Our Side, Man City prove that the Premier League can be sheikhen and stirred.
Having pinched Robinho from Chelski and nearly nicking Berbatov from Utd (just for fun), CITEH are shooting for the stars. A solid back 4, creative midfield, SWP and Petrov on the wings plus Jo and Robinho up front, goals and entertainment are guaranteed at Middle Eastlands and all points west, north and south.
Mark Hughes, that old Utd leg end, has finally hit the big time, and he can’t believe his luck. Shinawatra is thankfully out of the picture, leaving our Abu Dhabi benefactors to sweep up. Expect to see some ridiculous signings in January. WE’VE GOT THE DOSH.
If everything goes well, we’ll finish in the top 8, after defeats to Hull, Wigan and West Brom in the February freeze. This is City, after all.
Slide awhile with the City Slickers.
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Who knows what tactical genius led Spurs manager Juande Ramos to take off Spurs’ two most dangerous players Lennon and Keane so early in the game, but City’s players must have thought Christmas had come early. Having been on the backfoot for much of the first half, they took instant advantage of the opportunity and proceeded to come back from behind and score the winner in style. continue
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Boo hoo for the boo boys. After all the media speculation about whether City fans would observe the 1-minute silence in respect of the Munich tragedy in 1958, and whether City could withstand the crushing force of the mighty Reds at the Theatre of Dreams, guess what?
A nightmare for Fergie’s flops and a stroll for Sven’s City slickers! continue
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In sharp relief to all the groanings and teeth-gnashings of recent posts, one trend has become blindingly obvious: CITY ARE BACK! The diabolical pairing of disgaced former Thai prem and laughing stock Sven-Goran Erickson has resulted in the heavenly resurgence of Manchester’s cooooooolest purveyors of the beautiful game (City, you fool). continue