SOUL SURMISE

THAT CITY- SPURS MATCH - MY HEARTACHE... AND SPIRITUAL SURMISE

That match. That footballing classic. Five goals in the opening 20 minutes. Seven goals all in. Two massive VAR decisions. The last had my team in the Champions League semi-finals for about two minutes. Then having just walked through the gate into heaven we were brutally dragged back through the hedge. City 4 Spurs 3. Spurs win on away goals! That match!

Utter heartache. In the short term I was fortunate. My friend Doug was staying. We talked about other things. However, when everyone went to bed, I just sat there. Going over it in my head. Aguero’s penalty miss in the first leg. Conceding 3 at home against a team without key players including Harry Kane. City’s goalkeeper, Edersen’s poor swipe at a corner that led to the corner that gave Spurs their goal. VAR. VAR!

This was the worst heartache. Oh Spurs inflicted another one, just as dramatic, in the 1981 FA Cup Final and there have been other times but none like this. City had this chance of winning the Quadruple. I believed it to be once in a lifetime. We had an easy draw in the FA Cup, even Ajax would have been the easiest semi-final in the Champions League. The dice will never roll for us in those ways again. There will never be another chance… and inches… tight margins… heartache!

I got up this morning hoping it would be a nightmare but the pain was real. It was like the one you get from being ditched romantically. There’s a hole in your stomach. Heartache! 

Now, it is not quite the same. The football is more of an impact heartache and by the weekend its gone, much quicker than real grief heartache. My wife will never even understand the emotions I was experiencing last night, though with grief she’ll be my empathising, sympathising rock! Thirty years together, 23 of them married and she has no emotional connection a football match! No, no matter what Bill Shankly said it is not a matter of life and death nor is it much more important than that! BUT… it hurts!

What I hate most is the social media “banter”. Some of it is in the spirit of banter but a lot of it comes with the vicious vitriol that is sadly too much in the DNA of my favourite sport. Ugly vindictive things are spewed out. It comes with the same polarised hatred as Northern Irish sectarianism. Again, it is more momentary in its impact but it does have an impact!

I actually think that some of the good natured banter is out of line too. I never remember when football results were not vital for me. Football matches are my earliest memories. Something so embedded does cause some genuine ache. When our friends ache it is harsh to mock the afflicted. You add to someone’s hurt.

As someone who believes my life, in its entirety is affected by my following of Jesus, I try to do football banter with a pastoral tenderness and uprightness. Some might tell me to catch myself on, it’s only football, but in the Kingdom of God nothing is only anything.

I know I am tender of soul, easily bruised. Today the impact pain is disappearing and I am worrying about more pain that might be up ahead in the next week or weeks. Sometimes I wish that City were still half way up a division below where it doesn’t matter one way or another whether we lose or win. That is no longer the case, as the Spurs result proved. 

Maybe there is some joy up ahead too but please God may I never allow that joy to lead to  gloat. That doesn't fit the steps of Jesus very well… 

TIGER WOODS: NOT AS GOOD AS HE WAS BUT BETTER THAN HE WAS!

Tiger Woods wins another Major! For years I was pretty sure we would never hear those words again. I was happy with that. I was never a fan. 

There were two reasons for my dislike. They were linked. First was his utter brilliance. He was literally, when at the top of his game, almost impossible to beat. It is actually difficult to believe how he only one 14 Majors in those glory years between 1997 and 2008. When many believe, and statistics probably prove, that he was the best thing ever to happen to golf, I disagreed. I preferred the days when there were multiple superstars - Nicklaus, Palmer, Trevino, Watson, Miller et al.

My other pet hate of, all things, Tiger was his robotic nature. I believed them to have been linked. I am probably wrong but I sensed that from a very young age Tiger was trained to be a Majors winning golfer, at the cost of the development of personality and emotion. For me, Tiger was a little cold. 

His 15th Major at the 2019 US Masters was a whole lot different. Tiger Woods is not as good as he used to be which makes him better than he used to be. Well I am Irish but bear with me!

Those listening carefully to Tiger’s post Masters interviews heard him speak in ways he never had to, back in his glory days. He spoke of being patient, plotting his way around the course, and watching how the  leaderboard was changing until he found himself at the top of it. 

Young Tiger never needed to be patient or plot or glance at leaderboards. He just hit it. Harder and better than anyone else. Indeed, the most astounding fact about his 5th Masters was that it was the first time he has EVER won a Major when he was not in the lead after 54 holes! 

As the dust settles on Woods’ 5th Green Jacket, I think it will become clearer and clearer that this is the greatest sporting comeback ever. Less than eighteen months ago, Woods had no idea if he would ever play again, never mind win a Major. It is quite something 22 years after your first Major and 11 years after your last one, to win again.

It is even more remarkable for two reasons. Firstly, because Woods is no longer so far ahead of the field that it is not worth watching. There are more world class peers than he had in the decade when he was king. If he wins now it is because he has taken on others and won! He is using golfing skills he never needed and maybe never had. I say it again, he is better now than when he was the very best!

Secondly, and most important of all, is that to win, amongst the strength of such a field and after eleven years when his mental, physical and emotional lives all hit rock bottom, Woods’ comeback was not just sporting but as a human being. His emotional response to his 15th Major was more emotional and I would say human than any of his other victories. This is a man who had to rebuild his entire life. He is a better man for it and for me a more worthy winner. He deserves the hugs and high fives with his children, mother, girlfriend and team.

If he holds his psychological life together I believe that Tiger Woods will most likely pass Jack Nicklaus’s record of 18 Majors, in the next few years. I am not sure I want him to but I do believe he is more worthy of it now than when he was a golfing robot, back in the day. 

THE LEAGUE CUP FINAL SUBSTITUTE DEBACLE - STOCKI SURMISES

The refusal of Chelsea’s goalkeeper Kepa to leave the pitch after seemingly being substituted in Sunday’s League Cup Final distracted the talking points away from the relief as well as the joy of Manchester City retaining a trophy for the first time in their history.

Much has been said, over and over again about Kepa’s lack of respect for his manager Sarri and the seemingly public coup d’état of Sarri’s control at Chelsea. It was excruciating to watch Sarri’s loss of control for sure.

Most of the pundits have based their comments on the assumption that Sarri wanted Willie Caballero to take over in goals. Yes, Kepa seemed to be injured but Caballero brought more than sending on a fit goalkeeper. 

Caballero won this very trophy for Manchester City in 2016 by saving penalties in the shoot out against Liverpool. He knows all the City players and no doubt practiced penalties with them. What an advantage! In his post match interview made reference to how it would have added to the mind games.

So the assumption was that as Kompany was thinking this on the pitch, so was Sarri in the dug out. I don’t believe such a scenario existed. If it was a late in the game tactical substitution for the penalties, surely at least the possibility would have been discussed before the game. There seems no evidence from players or back room staff that this was the case. They thought Kepa was injured and he disagreed. 

Sitting watching with another City fan, we were sure Caballero would win it for Chelsea and indeed when we saw the poor penalty of Aguero I reckon we were right. That Kepa did not know that he was coming off if the game got to 119 minutes suggests that Sarri and Zola missed a trick!

Finally, why has no one talked about the match officials. Surely, the decision to substitute a player is made before the board goes up and the player comes on the pitch, it was the referees responsibility to ask Kepa to leave. When is the substitution legally done? Sarri didn’t seem to be changing his decision so if Chelsea has won could City have complained that Kepa shouldn’t have legally been on the pitch.

If, as it seems in this League Cup Final, the final decision for a substitution isn’t after a request is given to the referee then FIFA should be creating such a rule before next weekend. How many players are going to refuse to come off, having been substituted? One can only fear. Across the world this weekend it could be one almighty chaotic mess in the substitution department.

By the way… City won the Cup! Go on Raheem!

The refusal of Chelsea’s goalkeeper Kepa to leave the pitch after seemingly being substituted in Sunday’s League Cup Final distracted the talking points away from the relief as well as the joy of Manchester City retaining a trophy for the first time in their history.

Much has been said, over and over again about Kepa’s lack of respect for his manager Sarri and the seemingly public coup d’état of Sarri’s control at Chelsea. It was excruciating to watch Sarri’s loss of control for sure.

Most of the pundits have based their comments on the assumption that Sarri wanted Willie Caballero to take over in goals. Yes, Kepa seemed to be injured but Caballero brought more than sending on a fit goalkeeper. 

Caballero won this very trophy for Manchester City in 2016 by saving penalties in the shoot out against Liverpool. He knows all the City players and no doubt practiced penalties with them. What an advantage! In his post match interview made reference to how it would have added to the mind games.

So the assumption was that as Kompany was thinking this on the pitch, so was Sarri in the dug out. I don’t believe such a scenario existed. If it was a late in the game tactical substitution for the penalties, surely at least the possibility would have been discussed before the game. There seems no evidence from players or back room staff that this was the case. They thought Kepa was injured and he disagreed. 

Sitting watching with another City fan, we were sure Caballero would win it for Chelsea and indeed when we saw the poor penalty of Aguero I reckon we were right. That Kepa did not know that he was coming off if the game got to 119 minutes suggests that Sarri and Zola missed a trick!

Finally, why has no one talked about the match officials. Surely, the decision to substitute a player is made before the board goes up and the player comes on the pitch, it was the referees responsibility to ask Kepa to leave. When is the substitution legally done? Sarri didn’t seem to be changing his decision so if Chelsea has won could City have complained that Kepa shouldn’t have legally been on the pitch.

If, as it seems in this League Cup Final, the final decision for a substitution isn’t after a request is given to the referee then FIFA should be creating such a rule before next weekend. How many players are going to refuse to come off, having been substituted? One can only fear. Across the world this weekend it could be one almighty chaotic mess in the substitution department.

By the way… City won the Cup! Go on Raheem!

STOCKI SURMISES V.A.R, HANDBALL IN THE BOX & THE OFFSIDE RULE - FROM THE CITY V SCHALKE GAME

It was quite a game. 

A seemingly one sided affair until two quick penalties rattled City’s sense of the script. Rattled even more by a sending off and City could have been on the ropes. Schalke however played for 2-1 which always had City still in charge of the two legged tie. Had it gone 3-1 and it really was game on at the Etihad in three weeks time.

As it was, City’s Leroy Sane, a former schoolboy and youth player at Schalke, came off the bench to score an unbelievable free kick. 2-2 would have been a nice escape but a pin point pass from the ball playing Ederson, City’s Hoddle-esque goalkeeper, and Raheem Sterling ran in to score a winner on the night! 

It was quite a game.

I am not blogging a short match report on another City win though. What really caught my surmising was the use of VAR and the second Schalke penalty.

The first penalty was interesting. It seemed that a corner had been given when suddenly the referee went to VAR (Video Assistant Referee). Now, I had no argument with that. Eventually after what seemed like minutes, the ref takes the captains aside and speaks to them, probably about the players requests for VAR which is illegal. Still no decision. Eventually… a penalty is given.

Now, let me add some extra surmising in here. I think there should a lot more hand balls given in the penalty area. The old mantra, “the player couldn’t get their hand out of the way” allows players to have their hands all over the place with the likelihood of getting away with it! In the City/Schalke game I don’t believe Otamendi deliberately handled the ball. Indeed I believe Otamendi was trying to get his hand out of the way… BUT it was in the way and he didn’t get it out of the way fast enough. I would have given a penalty.

However, the length of time that VAR took. There were 5 extra minutes at the end of the first half. That is very unusual. It suggests the referee added four minutes for that incident. Now… VAR is only to change a clear error. Four minutes suggests that VAR was very unsure if it was a clear error. We need VAR but we need it to work better than it currently is. 

So. For me a penalty but they way they used VAR it should not have been given. 

Confused… let me confuse you more… The second penalty. Oh my!

It is given for a foul by City player Fernandinho on a Schalke player. Always a bit of barging in the penalty box but I would again say that it probably was a penalty.

However… the player Fernandinho fouled was offside. Now, in my everyman’s view of soccer rules that therefore should not be a penalty. All the ex players in the studio took my point of view. The ex-referee in the studio did not.

The ex-referee said that because the Schalke player had not reached or played the ball, the referee could not penalise him for being offside so it was a penalty. WHAAATTTT!  Surely, a player is penalised for being offside when he is interfering with play. If winning a penalty is not interfering with play then the FIFA really need to have long look at that rule. 

It was quite a game.

SHOULD WE FORGIVE GAVIN WHYTE HIS LEWD ACT

Northern Ireland soccer player Gavin Whyte is all over the news having been caught on video doing a lewd act in public.

Today, Whyte has responded with an apology:

"I apologise to anyone I offended - I was stupid and completely regret being part of it. I hope Oxford and NI fans can forgive me for a moment of real stupidity.”

Whyte goes on to say,

”It was wrong, I know that, but it happened and now I have to try and move on. I have so many good people around me.”

How should Oxford and NI fans, and indeed the public in general, respond to Whyte?

There is almost a classic Biblical repentance in his response. He actually uses the word forgiveness. If we take a Biblical template to repentance and forgiveness, it is all here.

In the Bible repentance is not always necessary before forgiveness but forgiveness always follows repentance. 

Gavin Whyte’s hopes of forgiveness should not go unfounded. We need to accept that he has acknowledged his wrong doing and learned from his mistake. 

That should be the end of this newspaper story. That should erase the black mark against his name. It should not be held against him or dragged up at any time. Not even by away supporters! He should get a fresh start. He should be allowed to move on as he has asked for.

The press and indeed wider society is not good about such things. Away fans even less so! We hold something done decades ago against people whose lives have radically changed since their misdemeanour. That lack of forgiveness paralyses individuals and society. Those of us who don’t forgive get caught up in the bitter stagnation of the society they themselves have paralysed. 

A Biblical model for forgiveness would be such a helpful force to the transformation of individuals, like Gavin Whyte, and society as a whole. 

Gavin Whyte you are forgiven. Or you should be. I wonder if God would find it unforgivable not to forgive a repentant footballer!

 

note: for the theologically squeamish, this article has nothing to do with Gavin Whyte and God. What he does in that realm is up to him and God. This is about societal forgiveness.

This year's 4 Corners Festival from January 30 - February 10th is all about forgiveness. Info here -  https://4cornersfestival.com 

 

COULD FOOTBALL'S UNITY IN TRAGEDY CHANGE THE VITRIOL AT MATCHES

Football is working through a very sad week. News of Glenn Hoddle’s heart attack caused a reaction across the sport. He was a hero. Gifted as a player. Creative as a coach. As a pundit, I enjoyed his tactical insight. He is loved. Our prayers are with him and his family.

Then, not many hours later, the Leicester City Chairman’s helicopter goes down in the streets beside the stadium. There is shock and grief at the loss of life.

A lot of us probably didn’t know the Chairman, Vichai Srivaddhanaprabha’s, name but we knew his face and that amazing achievement of winning the Premiership for little Leicester City. Even as a City fan, who should have been winning it that season, I loved that Leicester did instead! 

What has struck me over the days since, has been the camaraderie of the football community. Everybody wants Glenn Hoddle well again. Every club sent their condolences to Leicester City. There was a wonderful sense of unity. Our humanity overcomes rivalry. 

Of course that is how it should be. My own prayers go out to Vichai’s wife and family and those Leicester players, and members of staff, who genuinely loved the man, not just his investment. Kasper Schmeichel running towards the crash said so much. As did Riyad Mahrez’s tribute after scoring for Manchester City last night.

However, it is not how football mostly is. I watch every weekend at the abuse that fans give the opposition’s players and fellow fans. It is angry vicious vitriol mostly enhanced by hand and finger gestures. I have been to matches and heard the abuse that referees, the opposition and even the team that fans are supporting receive. There are tirades of raw visceral hatred. I often wonder if there is something in the modern adult male that needs this place to vent something of the sadness and melancholy of a British life. 

It all seems dangerously uncivil to me. Of course there should be banter and a competitive spirit. Surely that can be healthy and humorous and actually add to the sporting atmosphere. I have enjoyed some good Rugby banter with fans of other teams and countries, standing side by side at matches. Less police needed there to separate supporters. 

What I am saying, on the very saddest of footballing weeks is that that same love and camaraderie in these moments of tragedy should be held and treasured. This feeling of one big soccer family should be nurtured that it might flourish, every single week in the stadiums of the beautiful game. 

I never want to contradict the great Bill Shankly but let me. This week he was proved wrong. It is not a matter of life an death. It is NOT more important than that.

SHOULDER TO SHOULDER - A Review

There was an American girl. She came to Queens University while I was a Chaplain. She was doing a dissertation on Sport and Reconciliation in Ireland. I thought she was a chancer. She was doing Sports Studies and wanted a trip to Ireland. Contrived, I thought.

Then we had coffee. It turned into a long coffee. Well…

 

Protestants support Rangers and Catholics support Celtic.

It is mainly Catholics who play GAA.

In the Republic soccer was not encouraged for decades.

Catholic schools in the north play GAA.

Protestant schools in the north play Rugby or soccer.

By the time students get to University they are playing different sports so it hard to mix.

The vast majority of the Ulster players who play Rugby for Ireland are Protestant.

In the north Cliftonville is the Catholic soccer team and Linfield the Protestant one.

Derry City play in the Republic’s Soccer league after it had closed down for many years due to violence at matches.

Some Catholic soccer players refuse to play for Northern Ireland and so play for the Republic.

In international Rugby we play as a whole island.

 

And on and on it went… there is a great dissertation in how sport divides.

This past weekend Shoulder To Shoulder was screened on the television. Irish Rugby legend Brian O’Driscoll investigated the story of the Irish Rugby team and The Troubles. Surely not enough for a dissertation. As it turns out… more than enough!

For 50 years I have watched Irish Rugby with no idea what was going on in the background. If I knew, and I possibly did, that Jimmy McCoy was in the RUC and Brian McCall in the British Army I didn’t consider the implications. 

What I do remember is Philip Rainey, David Irwin and Nigel Carr being blown up crossing the border in the bomb that killed Lord Justice Maurice Gibson. As Carr put it, some one stood on a hillside and detonated it when Judge Gibson car passed, having absolutely no regard for the other cars caught up in it. It was an attack that cost the injured Carr his place in the very first ever World Cup and highlighted the ruthless brutality of the Troubles. It  made the Republic players on the Irish team realise what then Northern players were having to deal with.

The film though is not so much about the divide but about the  positive contribution that Rugby made in a violently divided community. There is the story of the joint anthem, which gives the documentary its title. There is the wonder of Donal Lenihan from a Republican family sharing a room on tour with British soldier Brian McCall. Trevor Ringland and Hugo McNeill organise a peace match with the Barbarians after the 1996 Canary Wharf bomb shatters the peace process. There is the day that Rugby brought the British National Anthem to the home of GAA, Croke Park.

O’Driscoll even comes north to understand the Orange Order and plays a lambeg drum as part of his research. It was a beautiful act in understanding the other. He had a gracious welcome in Loughgall and the engagement was good. I was surprised that he got some grief about doing it and had to emphasise the fact that he didn’t actually march. That revealed that work still needed to be done even on the south side of the border.

In the end this is a poignant, often emotional, sometimes humorous and always heroic story. It is about a sport that brought two very divided communities together, at least for 80 minutes on some Saturday afternoons. This was particularly true when they were playing England, the irony of which was a mystery to O'Driscoll.

Rugby is the most high profile sport that works in an all island system. There are others. One wonders if soccer had been in the same system how much that too would have contributed to peace. People from different communities trusting each other on one team is a marvellous resource for breaking down barriers. A weakness in the plot might be the lack of engagement with working class loyalist communities who are not such big Rugby fans and might not be so keen to stand for the Irish Anthem.

I am back to my American girl and her dissertation. If only she’d seen Shoulder To Shoulder she’d have had plenty to work on. It is a powerful piece of documentary. 

IF HARRY KANE HAD HAD MY DAD... SPURS WOULD HAVE BEATEN INTER MILAN

If Harry Kane had had a father like mine, Spurs would not have been beaten by Inter Milan last night. My dad had a thing. He didn’t reckon you should get into the Boys Brigade football team if you couldn’t kick the ball with both feet.

When I was about 6 years of age my father would take me out to the green in front of our house at Maine Park, Galgorm and play shooting in. On some of those evenings he would not allow me to kick the ball with my right foot. For maybe an hour I had to shoot with my left foot. I loved those nights but hated the ones where I couldn’t kick with my right foot. I couldn’t get the ball off the ground. I would scuff it. It was so unnatural. 

When I played competitive football in my late teens I was so thankful for those awful nights where dad banned my right foot. Indeed, many coaches and players thought I was left footed. Don’t get me wrong, if it was a free kick, corner or penalty it was always my right foot but if the ball landed at my left I didn’t have to think twice. Bang! I had some shot on me with that left foot.

There was a moment in the San Siro last night when the ball landed at Harry Kane’s left foot in the Inter Milan box. If my dad had been given a few evenings with a 6 year old Harry Kane he would have hit it first time and scored. Instead, not confident on his left foot he took it around the goalkeeper. Three yards out and guess what? Didn’t have the confidence to finish on his left foot. 

Harry Kane is not the only one. Almost every modern player has only one foot. For most of them it is enough. I only reached the heights of Randalstown Reds with two feet! 

BUT… I cannot understand it. It drives me mad. Maybe very single week I shout at the television set. It must be modern football wisdom to concentrate on your good foot. George Best kicked the school with one foot and all the way home with the other, Sorry Harry, but George would have scored!

So what I do not understand is why coaches don’t do what my dad did. Even if the modern football intelligence suggests a player concentrates on one strong foot why not at least give the weaker one some potential. I watch matches won and lost every single week because a player cannot clear the ball or score a goal with his weaker foot. Just like Harry Kane last night. Why? 

WHY I'D RATHER LOSE WITH PEP THAN WIN WITH JOSE - Not Quite Gloating At City's Derby Win

I never enjoy the Manchester derby. Oh, of course it is the most important fixture of the season but there is that knot in the stomach, for all 90 or 99 minutes. Even those historic 5-1 and 6-1 wins, it was only deep into injury time when I could relax and feel we were safe!

No, as Colin Sinclair’s book was titled, Manchester United Ruined My Life. There was even a period a few years back when they would purposely leave it until injury time BUT in Fergie time they would then break our hearts. Time after time. Remember Michael Owen. Or Rooney’s amazing volley! Ouch!

Even yesterday with the pundits suggesting we were the better team, when we were coming off 13 Premiership wins in a row, I was still nervous that United would break my heart, yet again. Indeed, I preferred playing United when we were rubbish and fighting relegation. In those days we had nothing to lose. We had no expectations of beating the dominant team in Europe. A win was so joyous and I am glad to say that there were one or two!

Yesterday we were 8 points clear at the top of the league. We had lots to lose. A record 14 game winning streak as well as that healthy gap in points. United would love beating us in the same way we loved beating them back in the day.

United came into the game having shown some real form. Those first twenty minutes against Arsenal were very impressive. Our last few games had been a struggle to win. Paul Pogba suspension, due to a sending off against Arsenal, was a plus point for sure. It would be like us without De Bruyne.

I doubt that since Busby verses Mercer has there ever been such a head to head in mangers as Jose and Pep. Manchester is now divided in two on managerial approaches. Jose Mourinho has been an incredibly successful manager. Winning three Premierships with Chelsea says he knows the English game. Pep Guardiola has been successful too but many are unconvinced that he can do his thing in England.

As I look at these two mangers I see two very different approaches. Pep is a developer of players. I don’t just mean young players. De Bruyne, Sterling, Stones, Otimendi and Aguero are improved players over the last 18 months under Pep. He has a way of playing and he needs the players who can play his ambitious system, shaped when he was influenced playing under Johan Cruyff.

Jose is a whole different kind of manager. He is pragmatic. He is a tactician. He looks at the players he has at his disposal and, maybe even just as much, at the team he is playing and is a genius at getting a result. His personality is a little eccentric and the kind of quirk that doesn’t care what others think. 

Which is why I am glad that Pep not Jose is City’s manager. Yesterday Jose’s tactics embarrassed a club that deserves better. As City fans chanted their new song “Park the bus”, United did. At home against the noisy neighbours they had only 35% of the possession. Manchester United for goodness sake. They looked nervous and frightened. Manchester United for goodness sake. Jose has got away with his pragmatism for too many years because he has won. Yesterday he didn’t. I cannot see United fans being patient when it is the noisy neighbours beating them with poetic free flowing football. Having said that that is the very challenge Jose likes. It’s a big one but if anyone…

Now, here’s the thing. Right up until the referee blew the whistle yesterday, United were in the game. As at the end of the first half, when outplayed and one down going into injury time, a quick break and defensive mistake and Rashford could have finished beautifully again. City just couldn’t get that third goal and Ederson made a crucial double save that could have made it 2-2. 

Jose’s pragmatism almost matched Pep’s poetry… but it didn’t. United’s reputation is taking a mauling in today’s press. Pre match mind games did not effect Pep or City. Ironically it was a United player Herrera who was booked for diving! The after match perpetual blaming of referees and the later rumours of Jose’s confrontation outside the City dressing room hasn’t helped. Pep is not the gentleman that Pellegrini was but I would rather lose with Pep than win with Jose.

As for the Premiership it is far from over. City caught United in 2012 and we were 8 points behind at Easter. It’s not even Christmas. If City get injuries to crucial players and United, Chelsea, Liverpool, Spurs or Arsenal go on a 14 game winning streak… So, as Kevin De Bruyne said after the game, “I would rather be 11 points ahead than 11 points behind.” There are 22 games left. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if City won them all playing football that thrills us all! Just saying!