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He's among the top 1.Blue Moon said:De Dea is among the top 5 keepers in the world now.
He's among the top 1.Blue Moon said:De Dea is among the top 5 keepers in the world now.
I had over 17'000 post but grew totally disillusioned with the place. The site owner is actually a decent lad but i think it kinda grew to big and he's lost grip of it. The mod choice's were ridiculous and still are when i pop on for a nosey. A lot of the left leaning posters were got rid of in a big cull, now the off-topic section is a right wingers paradise. Truly awful whats happened to it and a fecking shame too.The whole forum has to be an act though, surely?
I know a few City fans and they are decent lads. This lot looks like a prison get together.
Outside of this forum, they can't be like this, they just can't
Which in a way makes it even worse
Goddamn dudeThe Ballade of Pep Guardiola
Whilst his Merrye Man City club have been heaped with praise, few have been given access to the inner man, the quiet genius that is Pep Guardiola. So it was with a hushed reverence and supplicant bowing that I was finally allowed behind the scenes to meet the great man himself.
Others might have picked their office, or the gym, or the heaving trophy cabinet for such an interview, but not the one some have called the Robin hooded Catalan!
To the gentle strains of a mediaeval madrigal we met in a secluded wood near Manchester and through the misty haze of smoke that seemed to make his features even more chiselled, I listened to the great man speaketh….
“you know it’s not about money or glory or trophies….I’m here to educate and help people be better people” said the shiny headed prophet. “Do you know when Kyle Walker arrived, he knew nothing of the songs of Merry Englande, and had to be taught the difference between a Lute and a Lyre – shocking!”
As the great man speaks he absent-mindedly binds two vines together to create a rudimentary rope which he effortlessly then forms into the shape of 2 swans passing a ball back and forth.
He speaks eloquently for some 10 minutes, putting right the wrongs of Football in England, suggesting a cheap and simple reform of the distribution of wealth and land rights, as well as offering a home to the oft forgotten King Richard, for so long, lost to foreign lands.
His Merrye band gradually join us, hanging off his every word….”look at this man there…my “little John” Stones – we have worked together to make him a better player, not just bought him a bigger staff or surrounded him with lots of others to defend the wood from the evil Sheriiff!”
His team grew tense at the mention of the Sheriff Mourinho and the conversation soon moves onto a different subject. “Here we nurture the group, we offer fresh air, good food, a fruit based vitamin drink that is totally above board and I’ll take you to the Court of Arbitration for Sport if you disagree and the chance to truly express yourself as a merrye man!”
But what of those that say the backing of club by Moorish forces beyond these shores represents a threat to the nation and that they have suspect practices in the building of their castles, halls and football stadia?
A strange calm comes over him, like a monk in prayer and he responds “This criticism of the owners of the Merrye Men is unjust and racist. These simple farmers of the land have placed their faith and oil in me to bring glory to the band. We will ensure they never hear the word No or are not able to buy the swiftest horse in the land or another left back.”
“What about those that have left the merry band such as Will Scar-Hart – were they not merry?”
Again, bathed in serenity and showing no anger the great leader responds…”I consider that a goalkeeper should be a wandering minstrel…touring the land to bring music, laughter and clearing out the last third of the pitch as a sweeper, not just staying in the woods stopping arrow shots!”
I hesitate before asking my final question as I want to spend more time in this beautiful man’s presence….”So what do you say to those who say you are a lucky outlaw; who inherited a great team in the land of Aragon, then again in the Germanic lands of the holy roman empire and have spent legion of silver ducket and gold doubloon to assemble a merrye band of mercenaries here in olde Englande!”
A single tear traces down his manly stubble and he shakes his head….”No…No….it’s not about the money…..it’s all about the glory….the majesty…..the echoing sound of a half full wood of people cheering the band on...in memory of this great man!” and at that point he reaches down and from his hairy but well-groomed chest he produces a heart shaped locket that he carefully places on a simple wooden stool with gold plated handles…”this man knew what it was all about….he is our inspiration!”
He leaves the clearing, clearly emotionally moved. With a shaking hand I reach out and pick it up, noting the inscription on the front. ”Our #10” I open it to reveal… a faded picture of Shaun Goater and cry bitter tears of regret for having ever questioned the great man’s genius!
Ive trawled that forum a few times and noticed a few posters are really touchy when anyone says the slightest negative thing about City. Namely 'blueinsa' and 'SWP back' or something. Really argumentative feckers. Someone on there once said a potential signing wasnt that good or a player had a shit game for you... instantly called a rag and they went through his post history to find any occasions he had praised Utd or Lpool or Chelsea, and banned him. Sad
I was sure some of the users were WUM's and they genuinely didnt believe what they posted, as there is no way someone could be that arrogant or cocky
EDIT: Suddenly Sanchez isnt a big loss according to them today, weird that
Out of honest interest, where does the nickname "the rags" come from for United over there?
Maybe a reference to "from rags to riches" since they now have money? But that sounds far too intelligent for their average user. Also doesn't make a lot of sense since their team would basically be the trophies wife to the rich oil barton husband in this analogy. Can we start calling them the trophies wives? Maybe it's just a desperate attempt at a put down nickname.
We had to borrow kits to play in after the war and our stadium had been bombed.Out of honest interest, where does the nickname "the rags" come from for United over there?
Maybe a reference to "from rags to riches" since they now have money? But that sounds far too intelligent for their average user. Also doesn't make a lot of sense since their team would basically be the trophies wife to the rich oil barton husband in this analogy. Can we start calling them the trophies wives? Maybe it's just a desperate attempt at a put down nickname.
remind me not to eat the egg mayo butties if I ever find myself at your gaffLol I was drunk as feck one time while having a social gathering so it was quite noisy - the police were called. When they knocked on the door, as far as my GF tells me I was trying to shove boiled eggs up my arse. I've no idea why. Police had a good laugh I heard too, just told us to keep it down a bit.
Ah, nothing like making fun of the impact of wars. Stay classy, Bluemoon.We had to borrow kits to play in after the war and our stadium had been bombed.
remind me not to eat the egg mayo butties if I ever find myself at your gaff
Exactly, scum they are.Ah, nothing like making fun of the impact of wars. Stay classy, Bluemoon.
Small u, massive fecking trophy cabinet... Lets be real, its not even a trophy cabinet. Its a room filled with the spoils of victory. Compared with Cities trophy cabinet... TWO PL titles, two Division 1 trophies from the 60s and 30s, 7 second division titles and a third division promotion play off medal!!!
I did the tour of OT and I've been in apartments smaller than the trophy rooms there.Small u, massive fecking trophy cabinet... Lets be real, its not even a trophy cabinet. Its a room filled with the spoils of victory. Compared with Cities trophy cabinet... Three PL titles, a couple of old Division 1 tropies from the 60s and a ton of second division and promotion play off medals.
DDG in the top 5 they reckon,
tucked in just behind Joe Hart I suppose,
Ah, nothing like making fun of the impact of wars. Stay classy, Bluemoon.
The Ballade of Pep Guardiola
Whilst his Merrye Man City club have been heaped with praise, few have been given access to the inner man, the quiet genius that is Pep Guardiola. So it was with a hushed reverence and supplicant bowing that I was finally allowed behind the scenes to meet the great man himself.
Others might have picked their office, or the gym, or the heaving trophy cabinet for such an interview, but not the one some have called the Robin hooded Catalan!
To the gentle strains of a mediaeval madrigal we met in a secluded wood near Manchester and through the misty haze of smoke that seemed to make his features even more chiselled, I listened to the great man speaketh….
“you know it’s not about money or glory or trophies….I’m here to educate and help people be better people” said the shiny headed prophet. “Do you know when Kyle Walker arrived, he knew nothing of the songs of Merry Englande, and had to be taught the difference between a Lute and a Lyre – shocking!”
As the great man speaks he absent-mindedly binds two vines together to create a rudimentary rope which he effortlessly then forms into the shape of 2 swans passing a ball back and forth.
He speaks eloquently for some 10 minutes, putting right the wrongs of Football in England, suggesting a cheap and simple reform of the distribution of wealth and land rights, as well as offering a home to the oft forgotten King Richard, for so long, lost to foreign lands.
His Merrye band gradually join us, hanging off his every word….”look at this man there…my “little John” Stones – we have worked together to make him a better player, not just bought him a bigger staff or surrounded him with lots of others to defend the wood from the evil Sheriiff!”
His team grew tense at the mention of the Sheriff Mourinho and the conversation soon moves onto a different subject. “Here we nurture the group, we offer fresh air, good food, a fruit based vitamin drink that is totally above board and I’ll take you to the Court of Arbitration for Sport if you disagree and the chance to truly express yourself as a merrye man!”
But what of those that say the backing of club by Moorish forces beyond these shores represents a threat to the nation and that they have suspect practices in the building of their castles, halls and football stadia?
A strange calm comes over him, like a monk in prayer and he responds “This criticism of the owners of the Merrye Men is unjust and racist. These simple farmers of the land have placed their faith and oil in me to bring glory to the band. We will ensure they never hear the word No or are not able to buy the swiftest horse in the land or another left back.”
“What about those that have left the merry band such as Will Scar-Hart – were they not merry?”
Again, bathed in serenity and showing no anger the great leader responds…”I consider that a goalkeeper should be a wandering minstrel…touring the land to bring music, laughter and clearing out the last third of the pitch as a sweeper, not just staying in the woods stopping arrow shots!”
I hesitate before asking my final question as I want to spend more time in this beautiful man’s presence….”So what do you say to those who say you are a lucky outlaw; who inherited a great team in the land of Aragon, then again in the Germanic lands of the holy roman empire and have spent legion of silver ducket and gold doubloon to assemble a merrye band of mercenaries here in olde Englande!”
A single tear traces down his manly stubble and he shakes his head….”No…No….it’s not about the money…..it’s all about the glory….the majesty…..the echoing sound of a half full wood of people cheering the band on...in memory of this great man!” and at that point he reaches down and from his hairy but well-groomed chest he produces a heart shaped locket that he carefully places on a simple wooden stool with gold plated handles…”this man knew what it was all about….he is our inspiration!”
He leaves the clearing, clearly emotionally moved. With a shaking hand I reach out and pick it up, noting the inscription on the front. ”Our #10” I open it to reveal… a faded picture of Shaun Goater and cry bitter tears of regret for having ever questioned the great man’s genius!
The Ballade of Pep Guardiola
Whilst his Merrye Man City club have been heaped with praise, few have been given access to the inner man, the quiet genius that is Pep Guardiola. So it was with a hushed reverence and supplicant bowing that I was finally allowed behind the scenes to meet the great man himself.
Others might have picked their office, or the gym, or the heaving trophy cabinet for such an interview, but not the one some have called the Robin hooded Catalan!
To the gentle strains of a mediaeval madrigal we met in a secluded wood near Manchester and through the misty haze of smoke that seemed to make his features even more chiselled, I listened to the great man speaketh….
“you know it’s not about money or glory or trophies….I’m here to educate and help people be better people” said the shiny headed prophet. “Do you know when Kyle Walker arrived, he knew nothing of the songs of Merry Englande, and had to be taught the difference between a Lute and a Lyre – shocking!”
As the great man speaks he absent-mindedly binds two vines together to create a rudimentary rope which he effortlessly then forms into the shape of 2 swans passing a ball back and forth.
He speaks eloquently for some 10 minutes, putting right the wrongs of Football in England, suggesting a cheap and simple reform of the distribution of wealth and land rights, as well as offering a home to the oft forgotten King Richard, for so long, lost to foreign lands.
His Merrye band gradually join us, hanging off his every word….”look at this man there…my “little John” Stones – we have worked together to make him a better player, not just bought him a bigger staff or surrounded him with lots of others to defend the wood from the evil Sheriiff!”
His team grew tense at the mention of the Sheriff Mourinho and the conversation soon moves onto a different subject. “Here we nurture the group, we offer fresh air, good food, a fruit based vitamin drink that is totally above board and I’ll take you to the Court of Arbitration for Sport if you disagree and the chance to truly express yourself as a merrye man!”
But what of those that say the backing of club by Moorish forces beyond these shores represents a threat to the nation and that they have suspect practices in the building of their castles, halls and football stadia?
A strange calm comes over him, like a monk in prayer and he responds “This criticism of the owners of the Merrye Men is unjust and racist. These simple farmers of the land have placed their faith and oil in me to bring glory to the band. We will ensure they never hear the word No or are not able to buy the swiftest horse in the land or another left back.”
“What about those that have left the merry band such as Will Scar-Hart – were they not merry?”
Again, bathed in serenity and showing no anger the great leader responds…”I consider that a goalkeeper should be a wandering minstrel…touring the land to bring music, laughter and clearing out the last third of the pitch as a sweeper, not just staying in the woods stopping arrow shots!”
I hesitate before asking my final question as I want to spend more time in this beautiful man’s presence….”So what do you say to those who say you are a lucky outlaw; who inherited a great team in the land of Aragon, then again in the Germanic lands of the holy roman empire and have spent legion of silver ducket and gold doubloon to assemble a merrye band of mercenaries here in olde Englande!”
A single tear traces down his manly stubble and he shakes his head….”No…No….it’s not about the money…..it’s all about the glory….the majesty…..the echoing sound of a half full wood of people cheering the band on...in memory of this great man!” and at that point he reaches down and from his hairy but well-groomed chest he produces a heart shaped locket that he carefully places on a simple wooden stool with gold plated handles…”this man knew what it was all about….he is our inspiration!”
He leaves the clearing, clearly emotionally moved. With a shaking hand I reach out and pick it up, noting the inscription on the front. ”Our #10” I open it to reveal… a faded picture of Shaun Goater and cry bitter tears of regret for having ever questioned the great man’s genius!
I dont really get it. Is there a splinter group of some vile City fans who slag Munich and celebrate the bombing of Old Trafford.
From what I know, my stepdad said him and his family would go to Maine Road one week and OT the next as his family has both United and City. And I'm sure many of the locals are the same. so why such vile abuse?
Couple of old friends of my dad did exactly that. One a United supporter, the other a City supporter.
The United supporter was by far the nicest of the 2 though.
Couple of old friends of my dad did exactly that. One a United supporter, the other a City supporter.
The United supporter was by far the nicest of the 2 though.
This all feels a bit like when you nearly impulse buy.. like when you nearly get a mercedes on finance when it’ll cost you more than your rent. Then you don’t buy it, think rationally and a few days later you thank god you didn’t buy it
Hopefully this could be another Rooney situation for the rags in 18 months time, when he doesn't have the energy his game is built on anymore.
Please bid Chelsea. Please!
F*ck off with that shit, people have been writing Aguero's obituary for years and he just keeps banging them in. As for Sane and Sterling (and Jesus was the 4th) not being at Sanchez's level, again, feck off, absolutely no chance. Sanchez has been utterly wank this season, if anyone is "massively on the decline", it's him
This gets better and better,I hope this is true would love nothing more than to see them scum rag bastards miss out after all the bollocks they are prepared to pay and their shitehawk fans getting giddy at the thought of getting one over us the wa***rs..
From the desperate club who brought us 'Welcome to Manchester'.their shitehawk fans getting giddy at the thought of getting one over us
From the desperate club who brought us 'Welcome to Manchester'.
That's great.The Ballade of Pep Guardiola
Whilst his Merrye Man City club have been heaped with praise, few have been given access to the inner man, the quiet genius that is Pep Guardiola. So it was with a hushed reverence and supplicant bowing that I was finally allowed behind the scenes to meet the great man himself.
Others might have picked their office, or the gym, or the heaving trophy cabinet for such an interview, but not the one some have called the Robin hooded Catalan!
To the gentle strains of a mediaeval madrigal we met in a secluded wood near Manchester and through the misty haze of smoke that seemed to make his features even more chiselled, I listened to the great man speaketh….
“you know it’s not about money or glory or trophies….I’m here to educate and help people be better people” said the shiny headed prophet. “Do you know when Kyle Walker arrived, he knew nothing of the songs of Merry Englande, and had to be taught the difference between a Lute and a Lyre – shocking!”
As the great man speaks he absent-mindedly binds two vines together to create a rudimentary rope which he effortlessly then forms into the shape of 2 swans passing a ball back and forth.
He speaks eloquently for some 10 minutes, putting right the wrongs of Football in England, suggesting a cheap and simple reform of the distribution of wealth and land rights, as well as offering a home to the oft forgotten King Richard, for so long, lost to foreign lands.
His Merrye band gradually join us, hanging off his every word….”look at this man there…my “little John” Stones – we have worked together to make him a better player, not just bought him a bigger staff or surrounded him with lots of others to defend the wood from the evil Sheriiff!”
His team grew tense at the mention of the Sheriff Mourinho and the conversation soon moves onto a different subject. “Here we nurture the group, we offer fresh air, good food, a fruit based vitamin drink that is totally above board and I’ll take you to the Court of Arbitration for Sport if you disagree and the chance to truly express yourself as a merrye man!”
But what of those that say the backing of club by Moorish forces beyond these shores represents a threat to the nation and that they have suspect practices in the building of their castles, halls and football stadia?
A strange calm comes over him, like a monk in prayer and he responds “This criticism of the owners of the Merrye Men is unjust and racist. These simple farmers of the land have placed their faith and oil in me to bring glory to the band. We will ensure they never hear the word No or are not able to buy the swiftest horse in the land or another left back.”
“What about those that have left the merry band such as Will Scar-Hart – were they not merry?”
Again, bathed in serenity and showing no anger the great leader responds…”I consider that a goalkeeper should be a wandering minstrel…touring the land to bring music, laughter and clearing out the last third of the pitch as a sweeper, not just staying in the woods stopping arrow shots!”
I hesitate before asking my final question as I want to spend more time in this beautiful man’s presence….”So what do you say to those who say you are a lucky outlaw; who inherited a great team in the land of Aragon, then again in the Germanic lands of the holy roman empire and have spent legion of silver ducket and gold doubloon to assemble a merrye band of mercenaries here in olde Englande!”
A single tear traces down his manly stubble and he shakes his head….”No…No….it’s not about the money…..it’s all about the glory….the majesty…..the echoing sound of a half full wood of people cheering the band on...in memory of this great man!” and at that point he reaches down and from his hairy but well-groomed chest he produces a heart shaped locket that he carefully places on a simple wooden stool with gold plated handles…”this man knew what it was all about….he is our inspiration!”
He leaves the clearing, clearly emotionally moved. With a shaking hand I reach out and pick it up, noting the inscription on the front. ”Our #10” I open it to reveal… a faded picture of Shaun Goater and cry bitter tears of regret for having ever questioned the great man’s genius!
A united fan at work today, said "good signing for us, but for all the wrong reasons, he doesn't want to play for us, he's coming purely for the money".