Manchester City Match Report

At the risk of sounding like some sort of oh so busy fashion blogger and a big massive female, every now again something pops up in your calendar and the match has to get swerved for it, and watching the footage back(second half anyway)and reading some of the match reports, barring the derby earlier on in the season, i probably couldnt have picked a worse one to miss. You beautiful bastards Everton.



A mate who goes and a miles better blue than i (reserves and all kinds, the biff), missed the Johnson 3-0 against the shite the other year after choosing to go to a wedding and is constantly reminded of the fact whenever the game gets brought up. It feels a bit like that for me this time though. As we all know Goodison can creak and rock to the sheer aggression of its supporters surpringly at least once a season(think Blackburn a few years back 1-0, Ruddy etc etc), this was the game. Duncan Ferguson with his Marbella glow being on the pitch pre game and getting all emotional when pumping his fist at the supporters and was the warning sign too, bah! In the style of the big man himself, this was gonna be a scrap but any result is possible when you play like it means something. Its been a bit shit this season when alls said and done, but the odd result like this against trophy/competition chasing sides dont do your support any harm in the belief stakes.



Toothy Spaniard David Silva and Yaya Toure combined superbly and were unlucky not to put the game beyond doubt just between the pair of them in the opening exchanges, as City's expesively rushed together squad managed to show how good they can be if they settle in, bed down a bit and grow some fucking balls. Moyes possibly got his selection wrong employing two holding midfielders from the off at home, but the second half was a completely different story. Beckford was brought on to offer some support to Victor Anichebe, who up until this point had been valiantly trying his upmost to take the game to City and Lescott in particular, more of the same please from everybodys favourite moaning arse Crosbite.



Arteta and Osman moving into more central roles gave the team the artistry they needed to accompany their stirring physical fightback after the break. Tim Cahills waspish introduction led to ex city player Sylvain Distin getting us on level terms after Arteta curled in a beauty. Ten minutes later though, the big man would of been proud, as Evertons current man of the moment, little Leon Osman rose spectacularly above Vincent Kompany(the biggest of Citys multi million pound SuperGrocks) to glance one in at the far post. Limbs.


City responded by bringing on two expensive young talents in Balotelli and Adam Johnson as they tried to force their way back into the game. A £60,000 signing from Sligo Rovers put the pair of them in the shade though when he appeared and made a mockery of their price tags with a showing of bullish fearlessness. It was all too late for Manchester City, the blue heckles were up all over the ground and bigger, classier and more talented teams than them have come and succumbed to its ferocious love and support for its team, and long may it continue. See you next season City, cheers for the 6 points you cryarsing gang of trumpets.

 

Manchester City Preview

In some sort of weird karmic recompense, ever since City hit the footballing jackpot (some obscenely rich cunt buying you, twice). Everton boast a pretty impressive record against them winning 6 out of their last 7 games comfortably. Its fair to say its become a tasty slot in a lot of Evertonians fixture lists because of this precise reason, they've got what we supposedly all want and we cant(wont) understand why, yet we keep motivating ourselves to put them in their place.

  

Phil Neville has told Everton supporters we should leave our booing shorts at home for Joleon Lescotts first proper return to Goodison, this on the basis that Lescott played brilliantly for Everton in a ''golden era'' for the club, helping us plucky bastards reach Wembley. The chuffing great highlighted manc tit. Before Neville had started chatting bubbles about this, our latest judas, of which there have been a few, it wasnt really registering on the bile-o-meter, it just feels like one for the kids or two or three spurnings too far down the line for it to hurt, if you will. Now Neville has said that hair ruffling shite though, i wouldnt mind seeing everyones favourite Black Country Klingon get a customary 'Bullens Road Bear breath on your neck' welcome.

If we want to be brutal about things though, its starting to look like his decision to go to a team more than ten points below us at the time of his transfer, looked like a savvy one. He more than doubled his bunce per week, is off to Wembley again, probably to pick up a winners medal this time, is likely to feature in the champions league next season and is still in the international set up, oh and the changies at Eastlands are meant to be the tits too. But seriously, fuck him, and the Neville shaped Horse he'll ride in on. Clear your throats...



What sort of team can we expect after Wigan, ive no idea to be honest, it was a bit dissappointing to see Moyes shoehorn Arteta and Cahill into a side which had been performing admirably, United apart that is. Not that this was the sole reason behind the dissappointing draw against Wigan or anything, they are scrapping for their lives after all and by all accounts they did ok did the pie eaters. It was Arteta missing his early penalty that seemed a bit mad, particularly when Baines snotted one in soon after. It just sort of whiffs of complacency and players being comfortable that their places are safe and that.

 

Whatever team we put out, we'll be without Yakubu who has apparently ''had enough with Everton'', laters Ayiegbeni lad, the feelings mutual...we'll also need to be much better than we were at the DW stadium to get past Manchester Citys gang of talented over priced, over paid, journey men. Maybe they'll rest a few with an eye on the Cup final and we'll get up for the ''We Couldda Been Contenders Cup'' again this year, who the frig knows?

Up those glorious toffeemen.