A NOT SO PERFECT END TO A PERFECT DAY

Supporting Manchester City is like, well Forrest Gump. Half the time you walk around in a daze and "life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you gonna get". I thought we started off playing our usual skillful game. Trying to play the game of, well, football! However, quite a few teams in the Premiership don't really play football, they foul and cheat and con the referee (yesterdays referee was very conable, appauling in fact). But Sunderland, well, don't really deserve to be in the Premiership, in team purposes and ground purposes. After standing up terraces were replaced by all seater stadia (after the Hillsborough disaster, which I'm sure I will touch on in another post), visiting a Premiership ground was supposed to be, now, a safer place for the spectator. Whilst the spectator has been looked after admirably, the players have not. Yesterday the pitch at "The Stadium of Light" was in really bad condition, the ball bobbling about, so Mancini's style of pretty football did not come off. Instead Tevez and co were knocked off the ball fouled and kicked (sounds like a regular saturday night out in Sunderland). Enter Adam Johnson, our saviour. Enter Mission Impossible, no Tom Cruise didn't make an appearance (AJ doesn't look anything like TC, he's about three feet taller for a start and far better looking). What a goal, catch it if you can, but we should have won. We should have played them at their own game. We need to toughen up a little, no a lot. De Jong needs to play as mean as he looks... Come on boys, 4th place beckons.