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An appropriate Shakespearian rallying cry for our boys.

The whole world is watching this match and to win it means so much.
Every neutral in this country, whilst having a few reservations about moneybags City, is wanting to see them fail and us succeed.
Everybody connected with the evil empire is looking on potential defeat with dread.
Just one match will be perceived either as City taking over, or Scum staying masters.
This is the end of the beginning for City and the beginning of the end for Scum.

Every City fan and player is going to war today. Pray to whoever or whatever you worship.

COME ON BOYS, YOU CAN DO IT. YOU HAVE TO DO IT. 34 YEARS OF CRAP STOPS RIGHT HERE, TODAY!

COME ON CITY

have we got a game today?

Beanieboy wrote:have we got a game today?

Yeah just heard on the wireless...some team from Stretford...jumpers for goalposts...

I might give it a watch if theres nothing else on..... lol

From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that watches the game with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in Manchester now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That sang with us upon Derby day.

IanBishopsHaircut wrote:

Beanieboy wrote:have we got a game today?

Yeah just heard on the wireless...some team from Stretford...jumpers for goalposts...

is it that team with the ugly inbred fatty up front and play bare belly because they could only afford 2 jumpers for the posts?

Beanieboy wrote:

IanBishopsHaircut wrote:

Beanieboy wrote:have we got a game today?

Yeah just heard on the wireless...some team from Stretford...jumpers for goalposts...

is it that team with the ugly inbred fatty up front and play bare belly because they could only afford 2 jumpers for the posts?

That's the guy...scouse exile...drinks in the Whalley...he's a grafter...usually sells knock off DVDs with the chinese lot

Never on the field of football conflict has so much been expected of so few to so many!

COME ON CITY!!!!

When the sun shines, we'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be a friend
Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)

True story,owwwwwwwww.

SONS OF MAN CITY, MY BROTHERS.
I SEE IN YOUR EYES THE SAME FEAR THAT WOULD TAKE THE HEART OF ME.
A DAY MAY COME WHEN THE COURAGE OF MEN FAILS, WHEN WE FORSAKE OUR FRIENDS AND BREAK ALL BONDS OF FELLOWSHIP.
THIS DERBY DAY IS NOT THAT DAY.

AN HOUR OF PAPIST WOLVES AND SHATTERED SHIELDS, WHEN THE AGE OF MEN COMES SHATTERING DOWN.
THIS DERBY DAY IS NOT THAT DAY.

THIS DERBY DAY WE FIGHT!
BY ALL THAT YOU HOLD DEAR ON THIS GOOD EARTH I BID YOU STAND, MEN OF EASTLANDS.
LET THE BLUE MOON SHINE LIKE NEVER BEFORE.....GET FUCKING STUCK INTO THEM AND BRING IT HOME.

NO HIDING, NO RETREAT, NO SURRENDER TO THE SCUM!!!!

Fish111 wrote:SONS OF MAN CITY, MY BROTHERS.
I SEE IN YOUR EYES THE SAME FEAR THAT WOULD TAKE THE HEART OF ME.
A DAY MAY COME WHEN THE COURAGE OF MEN FAILS, WHEN WE FORSAKE OUR FRIENDS AND BREAK ALL BONDS OF FELLOWSHIP.
THIS DERBY DAY IS NOT THAT DAY.

AN HOUR OF PAPIST WOLVES AND SHATTERED SHIELDS, WHEN THE AGE OF MEN COMES SHATTERING DOWN.
THIS DERBY DAY IS NOT THAT DAY.

THIS DERBY DAY WE FIGHT!
BY ALL THAT YOU HOLD DEAR ON THIS GOOD EARTH I BID YOU STAND, MEN OF EASTLANDS.
LET THE BLUE MOON SHINE LIKE NEVER BEFORE.....GET FUCKING STUCK INTO THEM AND BRING IT HOME.

NO HIDING, NO RETREAT, NO SURRENDER TO THE SCUM!!!!

I like that bit!

Messenger Neville: Choose your next words carefully, Mancio. They may be your last as Manager.
Mancio: [to himself: thinking] "Earth and water"?
[Mancio unsheathes and points his scarf at the Messenger's throat]
Messenger Neville: Madman! You're a madman!
Mancio: Earth and water? You'll find plenty of both down there.
Messenger Neville: No man, Mancunian or Italian, no man threatens a messenger!
Mancio: You bring the crowns and heads of conquered gaffers to my City steps. You insult my Carlito. You threaten my people with boot licking and debt! Oh, I've chosen my words carefully, moron. Perhaps you should have done the same!
Messenger Neville: This is blasphemy! This is madness!
Mancio: Madness...?
[shouting]
Mancio: THIS IS CITY!
[Kicks Neville down the well]

WE DREAM OF PLAYING IN THE SHIRT. TODAY GOD CHOSE YOU. PLAY LIKE WE DREAM.

Enough said.

I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She's coming in, 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say
"Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you"

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Manchester.
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had.

AMEN.

No mercy,
No clemancy
Vanquish and no quarter

john@staustell wrote:An appropriate Shakespearian rallying cry for our boys.

The whole world is watching this match and to win it means so much.
Every neutral in this country, whilst having a few reservations about moneybags City, is wanting to see them fail and us succeed.
Everybody connected with the evil empire is looking on potential defeat with dread.
Just one match will be perceived either as City taking over, or Scum staying masters.
This is the end of the beginning for City and the beginning of the end for Scum.

Every City fan and player is going to war today. Pray to whoever or whatever you worship.

COME ON BOYS, YOU CAN DO IT. YOU HAVE TO DO IT. 34 YEARS OF CRAP STOPS RIGHT HERE, TODAY!

COME ON CITY

Apparently it's been called off due to bad weather...

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

IanBishopsHaircut wrote:Messenger Neville: Choose your next words carefully, Mancio. They may be your last as Manager.
Mancio: [to himself: thinking] "Earth and water"?
[Mancio unsheathes and points his scarf at the Messenger's throat]
Messenger Neville: Madman! You're a madman!
Mancio: Earth and water? You'll find plenty of both down there.
Messenger Neville: No man, Mancunian or Italian, no man threatens a messenger!
Mancio: You bring the crowns and heads of conquered gaffers to my City steps. You insult my Carlito. You threaten my people with boot licking and debt! Oh, I've chosen my words carefully, moron. Perhaps you should have done the same!
Messenger Neville: This is blasphemy! This is madness!
Mancio: Madness...?
[shouting]
Mancio: THIS IS CITY!
[Kicks Neville down the well]

^^^ this is my favourite so far but this has been an awesome thread, apart from the rihanna quote but i spose she is fiiiit

The path of the righteous blue is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil rags. Blessed is he, who in the name of city, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those rags who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is MANCINI when I lay my vengeance upon thee

EAT MY SHORTS