The force of nature rolls on
When it is dark at night and the wind is whistling around the shutters, strange forces are making things creak and tap, I sometimes sit up in bed and…
Allardici versus Bobby Manc
Sam Allardyce sloped along the Upton Park touchline like an ancient Brontosaurus chewing lethargically on an uprooted bush, whilst Roberto Mancini, ha…
'Las grandes noches Europeas' for Man City
What a night we had in Madrid. With the Plaza Mayor doing a brisk trade in canas and eight euro-a-throw side plates of patatas bravas, not one of us h…
Gruel Before The Feast
If this was our bread and butter, somebody served it stale with only minimum lubrication at the Britannia this afternoon. Just as old dry bread was be…
City new boys weren't first choice
It strikes me that Roberto Mancini, far from being a relieved and finally contented man, must be stalking the corridors of the Etihad wondering whethe…
Power is Possession
Whenever Liverpool away came into view on the horizon in the 70s and 80s, my (and possibly some of City's players') first consideration was which cupb…