Man city

Pep Fraudiola

I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away
At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
The train back home again
Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then
Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within its usual frame
The day before you came

Is Pep now embracing 2020’s catenacchio?

71% posse and only two chances created.  SL overview.  What a change from two years ago.

Ill never watch another man city game again pure corrupt

This game ain’t for you, ABBA!

Can you hear the drums, Fernando?
I remember long ago another starry night like this,
In the firelight, Fernando,
You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar,
I could hear the distant drums, and sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar

They were closer now, Fernando
Every hour, every minute seemed to last eternally
I was so afraid, Fernando,
We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
And I’m not ashamed to say the roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry

There was something in the air that night,
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me,
For liberty, Fernando
Though we never thought that we could lose,
There’s no regret
If I had to do the same again,
I would, my friend, Fernando
If I had to do the same again,
I would, my friend, Fernando.

A billion pound of players but no shot on goal second half .shocking corruption.

PMSL.

Glad i could help you today.

Glad i could help you today.

Your claims of corruption after every low scoring game never fail to amuse!

I stand with you in solidarity ABBA my brother, we'll fight this fight in harmony, don't listen to the baying mob of forum fruitcakes and looneys who pour scorn on your claims and mock your tireless crusade for justice against undoubted corruption laid bare before our very eyes, we'll find these shadowy figures operating in the dark of night together, one by one, we'll strip them butt naked to be dragged at the heels of a horse from Tower Bridge to Smithfield, hung, drawn and quartered in a much awaited public execution, bodies scorched along the way in the searing heat, screams so piercing to send shudders down the spines of even the most sadistic of onlookers perched up on their paid-for vantage points along with the ghost of Blood Mary herself, ready to bare witness to their impending doom, heads guillotined to be placed on a spike of Wembley Arch, a subliminal message sent to all crooks, bandits and plunderers of wealth out there posing as pampered, Prima Donna Premier League footballers, that you may live better lives than us, but you will never take.........our MONEY MONEY MONEY

Kind Regards.

Nurse!  Nurse!