Posted by sean on February 10, 2008 at 3:33 pm in Football with No Comments


I need to post my disgust at Manchester City Football Club. This afternoon they played their superior rivals, Manchester United in a very special game – one to mark the 50th anniversary of the 1958 Munich air disaster.

Obviously Man City manager, Sven and his players didn’t read the script delivered by the Old Trafford paperboy, Ole Gunnar Solskjaer; which stated
“THIS GAME IS IN MEMORY OF THE BUSBY BOYS. YOU MUST BOW TO MANCHESTER UNITED AND LET THEM WIN MY A MARGIN OF AT LEAST 5-0”.

Manchester City disrespected these rules altogether and went to Old Trafford and did the unthinkable – scored 2 goals and stole 3 points. For shame.

It isn’t just Man City who are to blame; the referee has a lot to answer for; he didn’t even give the home side a penalty! In his defence, I think the sponsor-less Man Utd shirts must have confused him.

Still, this treachery from Man City cannot be forgiven and I predict a harsh and deserved punishment from the FA. Manchester City must be relegated from the Premiership and start then 2008/9 season in the Unibond league. This is the only way to prevent future Man Utd celebrations from being marred in this way again.

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