Once again City have done something strange and wonderful, beating Bayern Munich to keep Champion’s League hopes alive despite playing like total frauds for at least 80 minutes of the game. Last night was the latest game in a long tradition which defines City’s recent history.
It must be strange for the club’s owners to look at all the money they’ve spent and their reams of data and statistics and see that the super club they have created still indulges in the same nonsense as the team which was relegated the year after winning the league back in the day, was knocked out of the FA Cup by a balloon, was relegated by that Jamie Pollock own goal or almost bottled the Division 2 Playoff Final.
City have long been a club which holds farce and glory in their hands, both ready to embrace at any opportunity. Previously City have tended to go down the route of farce in Europe and leave the good stuff behind, but last night the continent saw the other side of City as well.
Lets make no bones about it, City were rubbish last night. Bayern Munich’s ten men deserved to win that game. But they didn’t thanks to the genius of Sergio Aguero and a slice of luck which City have been too often denied in the Champion’s League. And crucially, City didn’t give up.
“We’ll fight to the end” goes the song which could easily be awful and mawkish. Instead it tends to become real at the most important times. Journalists use it. The club and players take it as an article of faith. City don’t always come up trumps, but how people can ever not believe that City might pull something out of the bag after everything we’ve seen, especially over the last few years, is beyond me.
One day people will stop writing City off in October. One day people, including our own fans, will stop writing City off at half time. Over and over again it proves to be a mug’s game.
Now the challenge is to kick on, to use this result as a platform for future success, to go to Rome and win as we know the team are capable of. City are a ridiculous and brilliant club to support, capable of the sublime and of self sabotage, and I wouldn’t have it any other way even if I really don’t understand them at times.
Written by Alex Timperley who is on Twitter