Manchester City fans like me had the chance to vote with our feet, mouths and placards. We didn’t and now the Super League shows we’re irrelevant
I’m tapping out a tweet to my football club, Manchester City, trying to make a case for why they shouldn’t join the European Super League. But nothing’s coming out except for abuse. A fuck at the start, one at the end and another in the middle for good luck. A three‑word sentence. I delete them, and start anew. The same happens again. Pure senseless abuse. Well fair enough, I’m in an abusive relationship, and there comes a point when you say enough is enough, it’s time for the abused to fight back.
But I’ve been here before. Fourteen years ago I wrote a column saying I was quitting City because I couldn’t cope with being bankrolled by Thaksin Shinawatra, who had presided over “very serious human rights violations” in Thailand according to Amnesty. I was weak, though. A couple of weeks later I wrote another piece saying I was going back to City, apologised for my lack of moral backbone, and would rather give up the column than City.
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