Bluemoon goes into Meltdown

Another one straight out the Bluemoon book of make believe….
Is this what it looks like when an 87 year old grouch asks his 12 year old pubertal grandson to write a post on the interwebs together?
 
RedRocket9908 said:
They really have become arrogant these days, before the money none of this players they claim arnt good enough for them wouldnt have even considered joining their little club before the Lotto win.

thisisnottaken1 said:
A lot of them probably hadn’t even heard of City before the oil money

Robinho c. 2008
" I wasn't aware that there was another club in Manchester. "
 
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I enjoy watching fan reactions on YouTube after the games. What stands out for me for city games, are the number of subscribers their YouTubers have. Most clubs have at least a few tens of thousands of fans to as many as million plus subscribers. City youtubers have a few hundred to a few thousands.
 
a bluenose came into the ivy in marlow this morning whilst i was there for brunch. i could smell him before i could see him. he was wearing the city home shirt. as he approached the maitre ‘d i could see him take a sharp intake of breath. he must have clocked my full united kit, and so i jumped in to interrupt him as quick as a flash.

“manchester is red, mate!” i bellowed out across the restaurant, briefly forgetting i was in buckinghamshire. i took a couple of steps towards him. the waiters looked over, worried faces etched on each of them. they’d noticed the shin pads and could see i was prepared for a battle and as such, could likely handle myself.

“wearing blue on remembrance sunday? and where’s your poppy?” in a weedy voice he said “i won’t wear anything that’s red.” i clenched my fists. it was go time. as the red mist descended, everyone got up from their seats and almost in unison, shouted “respect our troops.” his face went a deep shade of red (ironic) and he bolted for the door. we held a spontaneous minute’s silence as he raced down the high street. i doubt he’ll be wearing his shirt out again.

when it was time to pay the bill, the waiter had scribbled out the total (it was a lot because i am a high roller and always order the most expensive things on the menu) and wrote “free to heroes, especially on days like today.” faith in humanity restored and another reason why we’re the bigger club.
 
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a bluenose came into the ivy in marlow this morning whilst i was there for brunch. i could smell him before i could see him. he was wearing the city home shirt. as he approached the maitre ‘d i could see him take a sharp intake of breath. he must have clocked my full united kit, and so i jumped in to interrupt him as quick as a flash.

“manchester is red, mate!” i bellowed out across the restaurant, briefly forgetting i was in buckinghamshire. i took a couple of steps towards him. the waiters looked over, worried faces etched on each of them. they’d noticed the shin pads and could see i was prepared for a battle and as such, could likely handle myself.

“wearing blue on remembrance sunday? and where’s your poppy?” in a weedy voice he said “i won’t wear anything that’s red.” i clenched my fists. it was go time. as the red mist descended, everyone got up from their seats and almost in unison, shouted “respect our troops.” his face went a deep shade of red (ironic) and he bolted for the door. we held a spontaneous minute’s silence as he raced down the high street. i doubt he’ll be wearing his shirt out again.

when it was time to pay the bill, the waiter had scribbled out the total (it was a lot because i am a high roller and always order the most expensive things on the menu) and wrote “free to heroes, especially on days like today.” faith in humanity restored and another reason why we’re the bigger club.

:lol:
 
Commentator on the Forest game just mentioning Newcastle's upcoming fixtures, then finishes it with away games at Man City and Manchester utd.
They must be told to shorten our name and give the rags their full title.
Cnuts
 
a bluenose came into the ivy in marlow this morning whilst i was there for brunch. i could smell him before i could see him. he was wearing the city home shirt. as he approached the maitre ‘d i could see him take a sharp intake of breath. he must have clocked my full united kit, and so i jumped in to interrupt him as quick as a flash.

“manchester is red, mate!” i bellowed out across the restaurant, briefly forgetting i was in buckinghamshire. i took a couple of steps towards him. the waiters looked over, worried faces etched on each of them. they’d noticed the shin pads and could see i was prepared for a battle and as such, could likely handle myself.

“wearing blue on remembrance sunday? and where’s your poppy?” in a weedy voice he said “i won’t wear anything that’s red.” i clenched my fists. it was go time. as the red mist descended, everyone got up from their seats and almost in unison, shouted “respect our troops.” his face went a deep shade of red (ironic) and he bolted for the door. we held a spontaneous minute’s silence as he raced down the high street. i doubt he’ll be wearing his shirt out again.

when it was time to pay the bill, the waiter had scribbled out the total (it was a lot because i am a high roller and always order the most expensive things on the menu) and wrote “free to heroes, especially on days like today.” faith in humanity restored and another reason why we’re the bigger club.
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a bluenose came into the ivy in marlow this morning whilst i was there for brunch. i could smell him before i could see him. he was wearing the city home shirt. as he approached the maitre ‘d i could see him take a sharp intake of breath. he must have clocked my full united kit, and so i jumped in to interrupt him as quick as a flash.

“manchester is red, mate!” i bellowed out across the restaurant, briefly forgetting i was in buckinghamshire. i took a couple of steps towards him. the waiters looked over, worried faces etched on each of them. they’d noticed the shin pads and could see i was prepared for a battle and as such, could likely handle myself.

“wearing blue on remembrance sunday? and where’s your poppy?” in a weedy voice he said “i won’t wear anything that’s red.” i clenched my fists. it was go time. as the red mist descended, everyone got up from their seats and almost in unison, shouted “respect our troops.” his face went a deep shade of red (ironic) and he bolted for the door. we held a spontaneous minute’s silence as he raced down the high street. i doubt he’ll be wearing his shirt out again.

when it was time to pay the bill, the waiter had scribbled out the total (it was a lot because i am a high roller and always order the most expensive things on the menu) and wrote “free to heroes, especially on days like today.” faith in humanity restored and another reason why we’re the bigger club.

:lol: :lol:
 
I can not believe how the press are giving them the injuries excuses when all of last season our ongoing crisis was barely mentioned. If it was, it was swept away.

They had like four injuries today.
It was the opposite, they slated anyone at united for trying to use the excuse, and said any top team should be able to deal with it. Mr G Neville was very vocal about it
 
a bluenose came into the ivy in marlow this morning whilst i was there for brunch. i could smell him before i could see him. he was wearing the city home shirt. as he approached the maitre ‘d i could see him take a sharp intake of breath. he must have clocked my full united kit, and so i jumped in to interrupt him as quick as a flash.

“manchester is red, mate!” i bellowed out across the restaurant, briefly forgetting i was in buckinghamshire. i took a couple of steps towards him. the waiters looked over, worried faces etched on each of them. they’d noticed the shin pads and could see i was prepared for a battle and as such, could likely handle myself.

“wearing blue on remembrance sunday? and where’s your poppy?” in a weedy voice he said “i won’t wear anything that’s red.” i clenched my fists. it was go time. as the red mist descended, everyone got up from their seats and almost in unison, shouted “respect our troops.” his face went a deep shade of red (ironic) and he bolted for the door. we held a spontaneous minute’s silence as he raced down the high street. i doubt he’ll be wearing his shirt out again.

when it was time to pay the bill, the waiter had scribbled out the total (it was a lot because i am a high roller and always order the most expensive things on the menu) and wrote “free to heroes, especially on days like today.” faith in humanity restored and another reason why we’re the bigger club.

Bravo :lol:
 
a bluenose came into the ivy in marlow this morning whilst i was there for brunch. i could smell him before i could see him. he was wearing the city home shirt. as he approached the maitre ‘d i could see him take a sharp intake of breath. he must have clocked my full united kit, and so i jumped in to interrupt him as quick as a flash.

“manchester is red, mate!” i bellowed out across the restaurant, briefly forgetting i was in buckinghamshire. i took a couple of steps towards him. the waiters looked over, worried faces etched on each of them. they’d noticed the shin pads and could see i was prepared for a battle and as such, could likely handle myself.

“wearing blue on remembrance sunday? and where’s your poppy?” in a weedy voice he said “i won’t wear anything that’s red.” i clenched my fists. it was go time. as the red mist descended, everyone got up from their seats and almost in unison, shouted “respect our troops.” his face went a deep shade of red (ironic) and he bolted for the door. we held a spontaneous minute’s silence as he raced down the high street. i doubt he’ll be wearing his shirt out again.

when it was time to pay the bill, the waiter had scribbled out the total (it was a lot because i am a high roller and always order the most expensive things on the menu) and wrote “free to heroes, especially on days like today.” faith in humanity restored and another reason why we’re the bigger club.
Points deducted for missing put the applause at the end
 
a bluenose came into the ivy in marlow this morning whilst i was there for brunch. i could smell him before i could see him. he was wearing the city home shirt. as he approached the maitre ‘d i could see him take a sharp intake of breath. he must have clocked my full united kit, and so i jumped in to interrupt him as quick as a flash.

“manchester is red, mate!” i bellowed out across the restaurant, briefly forgetting i was in buckinghamshire. i took a couple of steps towards him. the waiters looked over, worried faces etched on each of them. they’d noticed the shin pads and could see i was prepared for a battle and as such, could likely handle myself.

“wearing blue on remembrance sunday? and where’s your poppy?” in a weedy voice he said “i won’t wear anything that’s red.” i clenched my fists. it was go time. as the red mist descended, everyone got up from their seats and almost in unison, shouted “respect our troops.” his face went a deep shade of red (ironic) and he bolted for the door. we held a spontaneous minute’s silence as he raced down the high street. i doubt he’ll be wearing his shirt out again.

when it was time to pay the bill, the waiter had scribbled out the total (it was a lot because i am a high roller and always order the most expensive things on the menu) and wrote “free to heroes, especially on days like today.” faith in humanity restored and another reason why we’re the bigger club.
The most honest thing that's been put on the caf
 
Sorry love, I can't come to your birthday dinner tonight. I'm staying in, on the caf watching the bluenose thread.
 
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Say a prayer for all those empty seats that are gonna get a beating from Pep.
 
A couple of posts questioning whether it was wise to give Pep that new contact and whether a fresh start might be better for both parties, followed by 10 responses calling him a dirty rag. This is going to be fun.
 
A couple of posts questioning whether it was wise to give Pep that new contact and whether a fresh start might be better for both parties, followed by 10 responses calling him a dirty rag. This is going to be fun.
I signed up to that forum and amassed over 300 posts just by quoting people and saying 'rag'.
 
Embarrassing for them that even with all the cheating they’ve got away with it still all came crumbling down when 1 player got injured.
 
We all know that City have no fans so is bluemoon essentially just a forum populated by oppos and rags who are all trying to wind each other up?
 
Bluemoon seem to be taking it reasonably well, saying the seasons over but they have an ageing team, gotta stay top 4, replacing the old players, "cannot win them all".

I think they would need to do an AMAZING job yo rebuild a team to be as good as recent years, so I don't expect them to be that good for a while. Top 4 obviously but not expected PL champs.