Thought I may as well contribute to the list of scribes on the forum and do a MDT whilst there remains a small chance of us retaining our Premiership status.
So the lads embark on a crusade to take on the armies amassed by Sheikh Your Hand and the rest of Tribe at The Etihad, with Sam the British Bulldog at the helm. The footballing world would assess our chances as next to zero and it would be a brave man to bet otherwise.
The list of stars available to the 'cure for indigestion' (otherwise known as Pep!, old age drinkers will get the analogy) are boundless whereas Sam the Ego has to assemble a war party from a team who quite frankly have no idea what they are doing.
Will Rutter the Stutter actually get a game or bleed us dry from the bench?
Will Kentucky Fried McKennie use his own legs to run as opposed to chewing on Colonel Sanders chicken legs?
Will Bamford actually remember that he is not Bambi on ice?
The list goes on and on.
To try and decide on a team suitable to the attributes of Bulldog Sam's tactical no how is pretty difficult given that we do not have players over 6'5" to lump the ball forward, however given that there probably will be no need for a midfield (and judging by their performances that may not be a bad thing) we can have 7 at the back and 3 up top!
It's pretty ironic that Saturday's match will be the first 3pm football league game that I can recall being shown live, with us as cannon fodder for the Citeh attack. The result is surely beyond doubt, as is Haaland, scoring anywhere between 3-8 goals! (At least we will play our part in Premiership history!).
The future's bright, the future's................................who knows!
MOT
I went to this match. My brother in law sadly got tickets for the family stand from somebody he works with, I was informed by the Mrs that I wasn’t allowed to turn him down. I went expecting to see us get beaten by 4 , 5 or 6 goals. In all honesty it could easily have been that number if City had actually tried.
It was a horrible experience just sat in the middle of the City fans with my arms folded. There was nothing to cheer and it was such a boring match to watch. The only amusement I had all match was our fans in the away end singing throughout. Oh how I wished I was in with them.