Friday, July 3, 2009

City's money: Since they are gonna call us Chelsea wannabes anyway

I'm baaaack...(and knee deep in paid work, but desperate to get back at this).

So a week in England will do funny things for the sports fan. For one, you start to understand cricket. Secondly, you begin to think Andy Murray is English, rather than a Scot. But, ultimately you risk sure divorce by obsessively reading every UK-based newspaper looking for tidbits on what Manchester City is doing in the transfer market. Actually maybe that last one is just me, but as I sit here today, back in cold, City-less Toronto, I find myself in serious withdrawal, madly clicking away through the interwebs like a pathetic heroin addict looking for one more fix -- even if it has to be an Oxy.

So, anyway. I found this little rumour a funny one. John Terry. Mr. Chelsea (actually, Mr. Chelsea, if you follow, is more apt). Coming to City. OK, "coming" is a bit strong since Chelsea turned down the offer, but still...)

That City is audacious enough to go after Terry tells you a lot about what Manchester's real other team's ambition is. Right now City is like that overweight pimply kid with the stutter at your high school that kept asking out the 5'8' blond girl with the modelling contract. It was pathetic until she up and married him. The point being that you don't break through the big four unless you grow some seriously big balls and risk the ridicule of jealous Everton fans and plastic big four "supporters" (United till I die! Have been since '06!).

Yes City is trying to buy its way to a title. That's exactly how one gets a title. It's certainly how Chelsea did it. Manchester United does not follow socialist dogma as far as I can tell. And when the blue half of Manchester celebrates that title (yes, dammit, when) it won't be any less sweet because some Arab is stroking his ego. It will be all the sweeter because I can remember when my team played bloody Gillingham in the league.

Really it's fitting that City should target a player so engrained in Chelsea's modern lore. After all, flattery is the best form if imitation (that's how it goes, right?). And City is obviously trying to be Chelsea 2.0. The linked article -- likely penned by a far more reasoned observer of all things City than I -- argues that chasing Terry is foolhardy. Maybe.

But, it sure is fun to be able to.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

A lot of people bashing Man City have short memories. I remember when Abramovich bought Chelsea in 2003, many Man U and Arsenal fans were pretty much saying the same thing about them. Now people act as though Chelsea has been a powerhouse forever, when it really has only be one for about 5 years, when you don't count the first season Rainieri was managing Chelsea post-Abramovich. Eventually Man City will get the last laugh when they win a league title, the same way Chelsea did. Personally, I think it just makes the EPL stronger.

Anonymous said...

You're married? Then why were you hitting on OSU chicks in Columbus, Ohio? Haha, your wife is none the wiser.

Anyway, are you gonna tell us where you were when TFC pulled the Montreal Miracle? Cmon, man!!! Tell us the whole story.

You shoulda been here, though, for that. You betrayed us all.

Duane Rollins said...

If I was hitting on anyone in C-Bus I was drunker than I thought because I was in bed by 11 p.m. and never managed to find the U-Sector boys. And even if I was hitting on anyone it wouldn’t matter. I’m about as smooth as sandpaper.

I watched the first half of the Montreal game in the airport. Originally I was going to be in Montreal, but they switched the game from Wed. to Thursday and I had already booked the flight. I finally learned of the result about 36-hours later in a hotel lobby in Girona, Spain.

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Anonymous said...

Ok DR, we'll just put C-Bus under the rug. What happens in C-bus...

How could you not have known of the result 'till almost 2 days later? Didn't you get updates on the plane?

Just write an article about how you were 10,000 feet in the air during TFC's greatest moment. You could pull it off. A writer writes, always.

Duane Rollins said...

I actually was afraid to check the score...I didn't want my holiday to start with me in a six-day (if I was lucky) funk.

I probably will address it soon. Right now I'm doing a bunch of Gold Cup (paid) work so I haven't had time to really be on here. Thank God for the Andrews...

Anonymous said...

Aigh, D-R, I'll look forward to your collumn detailing your mental struggle to avoid the heartbreak of seeing TFC eliminated, then the joyous, yet regretful, surprise of seeing that they actually pulled through.

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