It was nervy, it was stressful, but it was also the most successful season in the 125 year history of Manchester City football club. This is the 2018/19 season review as seen through the author's eyes, and occasionally, those around him. The author chronicled key events as they happened to help evoke memories of a stressful but fulfilling chapter of the club's history under the guidance of the genius that is Pep Guardiola.Relive every moment as he looks back at City's march towards an unprecedented domestic treble.There are match thoughts, reviews, spoof articles, opinion pieces galore, player ratings a Q & A and much more besides, as we journey together through a momentous 9 months. So sit back and enjoy a period in the club's history that will never be forgotten and perhaps never surpassed. The media adulation may have been scant, but the treble without applause will always be held dear by every single City fan in what was a truly special season.
Yes there are better written football books, and clearly it's a partisan effort by a born Blue. However, I liked this a lot - the account of the 2018/19 season had a compelling tension to it, especially the run-in with Manchester City challenged by Liverpool until the very last day, and that's very well reflected in these pages. I'm not sure the level to which I agree with Howard's rhetoric about City being done down frequently in the press, yet clearly there's a 'chip on the shoulder' narrative that appears too often on social media - the club's loaded with cash, the owners are from a background of dodgy human rights, Liverpool/United/Arsenal have larger fan bases and potentially bring the more romantic stories - and I guess this can spill over into the things that have been written about them in the media.
For me, City were more fun when they were rubbish. No doubt it's the Middlesbrough fan in me shining through, but I struggle with teams that are brilliant and win all the time, so the current lot jar with my footballing sensibilities. That said they play a lovely game and can call on some wonderful professionals, and I think the reasons for them commanding the worship of their supporters are captured here. It's worth remembering that the majority of 'Cityzens' are those who followed the side back when they were permanently in United's shadow, their year in the third tier, the slow crawl back, and it's hard to argue that they don't deserve their moment in the sun.
It was a great season, exciting and charged with emotion, and Howard captures all the beats in this volume.
A Man City fan's match by match blog post compilation
The best thing about the book is the title. And that tells you a lot.
An opinion based compilation of blogs probably written throughout the season of the treble winning Man City team. It was my mistake to have expected it to be more than an opinion piece. It had no research, no insight, no (good) writing. It didn't excite me, it didn't make me turn the page, or to intice me into understanding the undercurrent of emotions the season had. And my biggest complaint is it being so disastrously boring and slow paced(again poor writing) that I had to skip a lot of it. It's mediocre at best.
Reading this, makes it evident that Howard is a Man City Fan. And it seems his target audience are the Man City fans. But the sad part is this is too difficult to read even for a City fan. He concerns himself more on writing summaries and opinions on the season games than making it a story about the beautiful football that his team plays.
I hope he improves and write more about the game of football from the perspective of a Man City fan have a better BOOK next season.
A nice review of that "fourmidable" season, during which the only club from Manchester reached something that no other club has done before by winning all the domestic silverware available.
Why the lack of applause? The British media are institutionally racist; they are very vocal and express this on daily basis, fabricating "news" based on their dislike for the dark skinned "Arabs" that own the club. Also, they are so biased to their two darlings clad in scarlet that keep moving the goalposts to the recognition of greatness, so as not give any to the fourmidable Mancs in blue and white. Their loss.
Just vile and pernicious bitter jealousy over their bigoted undertones.