Tuesday, 20 January 09, 04:23 PM · Comments(0)
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By Michael Sinnerton 'It'll be nice to know that every gallon of petrol a Manchester United fan buys is going into our kitty.' It's September 3rd and Manchester City have just been taken over, and are now the richest club in the world. The club have a bright young British manager with an excellent record at both club and international level. They have moved quickly to sign the promising Vincent Kompany and the superstar Robinho leaving fans dreaming of a run on the Champions League places and a challenge for honours.
Just four months later and despite the average petrol consumption of the average United fan (London to Manchester is a long drive), City are gallons away from where they want to be. Despite Kompany and Robinho being largely heralded as successes and Stephen Ireland being arguably the midfielder of the season so far City are 4 points off the drop. They are 17 off the Champions League places. With the arrival of the transfer window and money no object a landmark signing seemed in offing but rather than two or three world-class players, the club have signed Wayne Bridge and Craig Bellamy. While Bridge should add defensive stability once he remembers the dimensions of a real pitch, Bellamy has a goal-scoring record of worse than one in three. He has reportedly caused trouble at most of his clubs, and at 29 relying hugely on pace has no resale value. This probably doesn't trouble the owners but a potential strike force of Santa Cruz (1 good season in 9 European years) and Bellamy won't trouble the Champions League either. I have nothing against either player but neither is sort of landmark signing I hoped for from City. Perhaps that is not the Hughes way but then is 25 points from 21 games a good enough return from the players' at his disposal. I don't think so. For now City are just going to have to ‘roll with it' whilst Gallagher with the rest of the fans try to enjoy the roller coaster ride of a club who's ‘masterplan' seems more a blur than an oasis. |
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