Utterly and altogether unbelievable. For more than 40 years I'd been fantasizing about something close to this. It finally happened, and more. Manchester City routed Manchester United 6-1 at Old Trafford. The Theatre of Dreams, football Fort Knox or plain swamp was battered and buried, taking with it the ghosts of that freaking overhead kick. Nobody, not even the deepest City-loving romantics, were quite prepared for what's unfolding in plain sight: a complete dismantling of the 19-time champions heading for 20. The feeling hasn't really sunk in. It won't.
Remember the snide and cynical broadsides from Rooney the white Pele my arse and the Fergie-lapping tabloid toerags after the Community Shield? (Football lessons, Barca and Real rejects, poor old City, as ugly as sin, bunch of strangers etc). The pain was brimming over and reaching out for retribution. What a rich reversal and a cruel vindication. No fluke, no freak this time. Just a brazen display of exquisite and articulate football I hadn't seen in 40 years of following City. No football lessons here. Only merciless mauling of Mister Potatoes.
Remember the snide and cynical broadsides from Rooney the white Pele my arse and the Fergie-lapping tabloid toerags after the Community Shield? (Football lessons, Barca and Real rejects, poor old City, as ugly as sin, bunch of strangers etc). The pain was brimming over and reaching out for retribution. What a rich reversal and a cruel vindication. No fluke, no freak this time. Just a brazen display of exquisite and articulate football I hadn't seen in 40 years of following City. No football lessons here. Only merciless mauling of Mister Potatoes.
Potato chips lovers, including those at Putrajaya, should take heart when, only two days after the Old Trafford hiding, Man U won a Carling Cup fixture. Against Aldershot. All the what? Quite a nameless team at the wrong end of the 4th Division. Owen scored a goal amidst local fans' cheeky chants of "We're going to win 6-1." Call that a quick recovery if you want.
"We're Manchester City, we'll do what we want." The new shout of swagger ringing across the Etihad just about sums it all up.
There's no better time to tell jokes and rub the occasional salt. Here's an assortment of jibes picked out from the social network:
1. Sick swan"We're Manchester City, we'll do what we want." The new shout of swagger ringing across the Etihad just about sums it all up.
There's no better time to tell jokes and rub the occasional salt. Here's an assortment of jibes picked out from the social network:
2. Six and the City
3. Man U trauma line: 016 16 16 16 16
4. What's the difference between Man U and a black cab? A black cab lets in five.
5. What do Col Gadhafi and Man U have in common? Both slaughtered by the locals.
6. Man U expected to win the second and third set?
7. 4th official: How much time do you want to add, Sir Alex?
Alex: Just get the whistle blown.
8. What time is it? It's six past De Gea.
9. All Man U players looked upset. Except Rooney. He can't count to 6. He just looked confused.
10. David De Gea's mum rang him up at half time. Told him to be home before seven.
11. Finally, the best of the lot:
Monday morning in the Fergie house.
Mrs Ferguson: Get up, Alex. It's just gone seven!
Alex: Goodness me. They scored again.
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