Published: 27 October, 2011

ARSENAL
MANCHESTER United fans were unstoppable in their crowing when they beat Arsenal 8-2 earlier this season.

The awful people.

We never heard the end of it, as if trouncing Traore and Jenkinson really counted.

Let’s be honest, pals, we all know there’s no way Wilshere and Vermaelen would have allowed that to happen.

It was a different story for their own rugby-score humiliation.

They had the full monty out on the pitch for their game against Man City and they still got thwacked 6-1.

But I shan’t crow.

And neither should you lot in the Spurs, Chelsea and Liverpool camps.

We should all be repulsed by Manchester City, who spend so much money they threaten to ruin football for years to come.

We were all disgusted by the way Chelsea bought themselves a couple of league titles with outrageous spending in the transfer market – come on, they did, absolutely bought those titles.

Hollow triumphs.

But the money splurged at the Bridge on everyone: from Cech to Shevchenko, that unmentionable left back to Torres.

It all pales in comparison to what is going on at Man City.

I’d support Chelsea over Man City any day.

I’d support Spurs over Man City any day.

I was supporting United over City.

With the levels of spending at City and a salary structure to please only the greedy, they are simply disgusting.

They are top of the league and they have scored more goals than anyone else, but they’ve also spent miles more than anyone else.

My new second team? Anybody playing City.
RICHARD OSLEY

TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR
SPURS continued their rise up the table with a 2-1 away win at Blackburn at the weekend.

It was a combative performance considering the injuries cursing the team.

And with the front line continuing to score, a return of the wounded should see them consolidate their solid start.

I felt a shift of power on Sunday afternoon: not because I’d been asked to play in the prestigious low handicap, Sabers vs Tigers golf match, albeit only for nine holes and only because someone hadn’t turned up.

No, it was the news that Manchester City had thumped arch nemesis Manchester United 6-1 at Old Trafford. 

I couldn’t believe it, not even in a dream could the most optimistic away supporter have conjured up such a score line.

There’s a blue tide drifting eerily over Manchester and it’s not the weather.

It’s akin to Spurs beating Arsenal; I know how those City fans feel.

They feel excited, endlessly listening to match reports over and over again.

Cutting headlines out of newspapers and pinning them on walls and desks in offices, staff rooms and cafés.

Flicking through the Sky+, replaying all the goals so they’re indelibly imprinted in the psyche and before you know it the score is 18-3.

You find yourself mischievously smiling through the rush hour on Monday morning, anticipating your arrival at work.

Mostly, though, what this beating does show is that in football, anything is possible.
TONY DALLAS