daniel robert chapman wrote: I dozed Sunday-afternoon style through most of Blackburn v Man City on the radio, I came round long enough to hear City lose, and Alan Green get indignant about some City fans running on the pitch. "What are you wearing? A white tracksuit! You're stuck in the seventies - you're a joke! Get off the pitch!"
Ta, mate! Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, you have to bring up the hideous self-righteous shit-smear that is Alan Green. I go to the pub and spend good money on beer to watch the most toothless inept City performance since... well, Christ, where does one begin... specifically to avoid listening to that slavering prick, get home feeling pissed off and half-hungover already, and boom - there he is.
There are few people whose voice alone can make me spasm with fury - Sr Green is one of them. Alan, everyone hates you. It's not ironic, it's not good-natured banter, they hate you. And that's half-brick-to-the-face-again-and-again-and-again hatred, rather than any of the nicer sorts.
As for City, well... We're always being told that in the modern game, money is eroding all sense of true club identity and so on, so how come City, despite numerous chairmen, managers, re-finances etc are so incredibly consistent at being shit in exactly the same way? Sunday brought back memories of the Alan Ball era. Relegation holds no real fear for me - it's hardly the first time - but it's just wearing. All these new dawns, feeling buoyed up that the club is finally getting somewhere, then pffft.
