Don't know why anyone would whinge or cringe at that, City til July, it's who I am mate...I'M CITY TIL JULY
I'M CITY TIL JULY
I KNOW I AM
I'M SURE I AM
I'M CITY TIL JULY
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Match ****Tottenham Hotspur V Man City **** Tuesday 8 o clock in the afternoon
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Brother have some shame
Everyone seems desperate to put the onus on us and question our integrity. It’s almost like they’re scared the scum won’t win the league!
It will be the 3rd year running they can be accused of choking , admittedly not that much this season , but why let the truth get in the way of a good storyPeople need to think of the narrative if we they don't win the league, they would have been stopped by two things they utterley despise
Us and Unai Emery
They're gonna absolutely hate that.
I’ll add you to half a brain IQ of a child list.
Exactly sit back and enjoy win or lose!
Lose heavily even better, I'll be wearing our old sky blue shirt and maybe my first ever 50/50 scarf?
Let’s just put this down to the game that is giving us the biggest fear in the history of our club 
Yeah no-one cares about the truth though, it's all about the narrative
Because no-one cared about the truth when we finished 3rd in a 2 horse race even though we we never top of the league that season when Leicester finished above us.
Woolwich fans are the ones who spread this shit constantly, they have one of the biggest online presences on social media so it's just right that they get a taste of their own medicine.
And TBH with you, they are the serial chokers of the Premier League anyway, officially but again it doesn't suit the narrative.
I genuinely thought this would be the one time everyone would be on the same pageGlad to see we're all on the same page for once...
If we can't get a point against Sheffield Utd , we should be relegated
Honestly, I'm quite excited about a season in Europa anyway, give some minutes to the youngsters, hopefully go deep, maybe even win a trophy!
Other teams play in those competitions and have fun with it, we make out like it's all just a big slog for us and we'd rather be doing other things.
Newsflash for everyone, all those years of treating Europa, ECL, and domestic cups as irrelevances to us, we weren't exactly doing anything better with the free time once we'd fucked them off!
The Waffa Cup, or whatever it was called back then, was where Harry Kane was able to stake his claim for ousting Adebayor from the starting 11. Next season could be a breakout year for someone like Donley, Moore, or whoever.
A bit naive to be fair.
They didn’t care when even the refs admitted to wanting Leicester to win the league as the ‘fairytale’ and everyone rolled over for them.
When arse fans said they wanted to lose the EL if it meant we lost the CL no one cared.
Modern sport is ruthless. There is no need to play the Mr Nice Guy, if Arse win the league it swings the balance of them long term getting further ahead of us not to mention how unbearable it will be and how we will look like mugs.
Let City win the league, we beat Sheffield. We have a big window in the summer and look to press ahead with our rebuild so we don’t have to rely on City and actual challenge for trophies ourselves going forward. The EL is a good competition, let try and win that.
I mean, to be fair, it is bringing people together against the four/five people on here who think watching us help Arteta and his band of cunts lifting a trophy isn't that big of a deal.
I see where he is coming from.
It has Newcastle 2016 written all over it...
Why do we hark back matches which happened in 2016 when we could have gone back just 2 years ago when we played Norwich?
Played relegated Leeds last season on the last day as well, what was the score?
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
If we'd have beaten Woolwich
We wouldn't be having this debate.
If...
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
If we'd have beaten Woolwich
We wouldn't be having this debate.
If...
Hope we have Lasagna on the menu for lunch on Tuesday
