Result: Manchester City 2-1 West Bromwich Albion (Barclays Premier League)
Venue: Etihad Stadium (Saturday 9th April 2016, 5.30pm)
After a fairly long sojourn away from the upper reaches of the English football pyramid, I was to return to the highest of the lot: the Barclays Premier League. Despite having been to the Etihad on many previous occasions, I’ve never really gone into the day in depth, so when City fan Ashley contacted me with the chance to join him at the game on this fine Saturday, I didn’t take too long to agree. The 5.30 kick-off time also meant a late start and no rushing about, so positives all round!
Anyway, with the trains being affected by the Grand National at Aintree, my carriage of kings was delayed by around 15 minutes on its return from Liverpool, but having given myself a little over a couple of hours in which to head, eventually, over to the Etihad, I was in little panic over this one. You have to pick and choose your battles on days like this and it seemed as though the City game was, indeed, an inspired choice to attend. *Blows own trumpet unashamedly*.
Eventually the train arrived and whisked me into town for a bit of a foray around. With plans slightly changed from where my itinerary was originally looking to take me, I arrived into the packed Piccadilly Tap for the usual Tap tipple of my own, Bitburger. Being so full, it was a bit uncomfortable and so I rushed it down slightly and headed over towards Piccadilly Gardens. However, the Gardens weren’t to be my stopping point, but rather Back Piccadilly a small road hidden away to the rear of the bustling interchange.
Here, I found Mother Macs, one that had taken my interest for two reasons. One, that its doors are guarded by large metal rails and, two, that it is apparently haunted. Spooky. Unfortunately any ghostly ambiences were thrown out the window due to Macs being seemingly very popular with the home support and even a ghost would have found it hard to find space in here, with standing room only being the order of the day. Again, after a rushed Corona (which I seemed to be looked upon with suspicion for not having something from a glass, I released myself onwards back into the Mancunian air and to Stevenson Square.
Here, the plan was to head into a hidden “speakeasy” type bar. I won’t ruin the illusions here as I’m not sure if the place likes to maintain some sort of mystique, but all I will say is it has the façade of a sort of shop. Unfortunately, the bar was shut until later in the afternoon, meaning an earlier than planned divert to the Castle Hotel, which was to be my last stopping off point before heading over to the ground and meeting Ashley.
The Castle is one of the older establishments in Manchester, dating back to the 1700’s, though it has been updated since then. The thing that I was most happy about here, though, wasn’t the age, the ambience or the beer, oh no. It was the pure fact there was actually space to move! Thank the Lord. So, after a more comfortable final drink alongside the injured City skipper Vince, I headed back out to walk the 20 minute journey to the Etihad.
But, just as I had exited the Castle, the rain began to fall and so I wimped out and headed back to Piccadilly Gardens for the Metro towards New Islington (the edge of the Central Zone), where my ticket allowed me to get to without paying more. The stop is only 10 minutes from the Etihad, so not too taxing a walk, though the main battle was fighting through the crowds on the tram just to get off.
Having negotiated this successfully, I made my way along the roads leading to the ground, which looms over the surrounding area. Having been told to watch out for a tram while crossing, despite having about 5 seconds until it even got anywhere close, I eventually found myself at the gates to the Etihad Campus and walking alongside the Manchester Regional Arena, current home of the mystifying Northwich Manchester Villa. Programme bought, I headed towards the CityStore, where Ashley was awaiting my arrival.
After spotting him miraculously quickly through the crowds, I was given my ticket and we headed round to the South Stand and our seat in the top tier of the ground, the newest part since its refurbishment and extension. After climbing the stairs to the concourse and finding amenities, I purchased some chips for £3 from the kiosk, before heading out to the seats.
After climbing up through the rows until we began finding double letters after row ‘z’, we eventually got to our row exactly three from the rear of the stand. But, I always find that views from the Gods are better than those lower down, so I was more than pleased with this view and another plus was the fact we were well out of the rain which was now falling rather steadily on those back on Earth.
As the players got through the final stages of their warm-ups, Ashley was getting more worried than anything by the impending beginning of the City pre-game “We will fight for you” video, which flashes up on the big screen. However, he was to be delighted when the sides came out of tunnel with the pure cringefest nowhere to be seen. Seemingly, others must have had the same thoughts! Anyway, without further ado, let’s delve into the history of the Cityzens…
Manchester City FC was founded in 1880 as St Mark’s (West Gorton), before two swift name changes in 1887 (to Ardwick AFC) and 1894 got to the name of Manchester City. They won their Second Division of the Football League in 1899 and with it promotion to the First Division. After winning the FA Cup in 1904, financial issues saw the suspension of most of the squad and a later fire at the club’s Hyde Road ground in 1920 saw further problems hit the club. Three years later, they moved into Maine Road.
In 1934, City broke the English club attendance record with 84,569 filling Maine Road for an FA Cup tie with Stoke City. The league was won three years later, but the club was then relegated the next year, despite being league top scorers!
After winning the 1956 Cup final (the Bert Trautmann broken neck game), and playing back in the First Division, the club were relegated once more in 1963. 1966 saw the club win Division 2 again and just two seasons later they were First Division champions for a second time. These pre-ceded another FA Cup win (1969) a League Cup (1970) & a first European success the same year, the Cup Winners’ Cup.
After relegating rivals United in 1974 via Denis Law’s back-heel, the 1976 League Cup win saw the end of this golden age for the Blues and a period of, mostly, decline began throughout the ’80’s and ’90’s. After suffering two relegations in 1983 & ’87 from the top flight, they returned again in 1989 before becoming founder members of the Premier League in 1992.
1996 saw City relegated from the Premiership and after two seasons in Division One, they dropped into the third tier. After promotion at the first attempt in a dramatic play-off vs Gillingham (Dickov, anyone?), a second successive promotion saw City return to the Premiership, only to be relegated again in 2001. An immediate return followed as Division One Champions and in 2003, City moved into the Commonwealth Games home, the City of Manchester Stadium.
After the high-profile take-overs, City began to become a force again and be real challengers for honours and broke the British transfer record in signing Robinho. 2011 saw City win the FA Cup, their first major silverware for 35 years. Then came the famed “Aguerooooooo” moment as City whipped the title away from under arch-rivals United’s noses for their first title in 44 years before winning it again in 2014, alongside the League Cup, which was again won earlier this season for a fourth time.
The game got underway, and the game’s first real effort saw its first goal and it was to be the visitors from the Midlands who were to take something of a shock lead, with Stephane Sessegnon’s rocket of a half-volley flying past the statuesque Joe Hart and into the back of the net. Sessegnon’s posing celebration showed just how much he enjoyed it too and Brom were ahead. 0-1!
As it was, the lead didn’t last all that long, as City got on the attack and the mercurial Sergio Aguero was, once more, their focal point of the attacks, alongside the ineffective Wilfried Bony. I do feel a bit for Bony, who just clearly doesn’t fit into the playing style of City’s and so looks much worse than he is. As it is though, Aguero definitely does fit into their style and a clear trip on Aleksandar Kolarov provided him with the opportunity to bring the Blues level from the spot. Unerringly, he thumped the ball past Ben Foster for 1-1.
The game sort of fizzled out throughout the rest of the half from then, and the sides went in at the break level. With next to nothing to speak of during the break other than catching up on non-league scores (as you do) and realising a kid in front of us kept turning round and staring for a few seconds at least once every two minutes, the game was mercifully back underway with City on the front foot.
But, both teams were still largely cancelling each other out, but when City brought on more of their heavy artillery in the shape of Kevin De Bruyne and Yaya Toure, they began to threaten more. But it was the returning Samir Nasri who’d grab the eventual winner, picking up the rebound from an earlier shot and placing it beyond the man on the line and into the net from eight yards. 2-1.
Aguero was then denied well by Foster after a clever quick free-kick by Toure had released the Argentine, but West Brom began to counter-act the City attacking subs with one of their own, 16-year-old Jonathan Leko being introduced into the fray. And from there, Brom really should have had a point. Two great late chances were spurned, with Berahino firing wide and then, with Foster up in the last minute, James McClean whistled his effort inches past the post, whereupon the referee brought the game to an end. 2-1 City.
So, after letting the crowds disperse somewhat, Ashley and I headed down and out of our lofty perch and out into the drizzly Manchester evening (shock, horror). After walking back to Piccadilly, Ashley headed off to get the tram back over towards Stretford, whereas I stuck to my guns and headed over to Oxford Road for one more drink in the Paramount ‘Spoons close by the station before heading off for my train back.
So, that’s probably that for me in terms of Premier League action for this season and with everything else going on at the moment, it could be the last for a good fair while. But, it was a good game and at least it wasn’t a 0-0 to sign-off on for a while. Next week sees a return to the usual non-league action. Of course it does….
Game: 7- Decent contest, with both sides in it right to the whistle.
Ground: 9- Even though my persuasion should say otherwise, I do like the CoM.
Fans: 6- Fairly subdued today especially, more so than other games I’ve been to of late.
Programme: 9- Packed with articles and other sorts of data etc. Good read for £3.
Food: 7- Chips were alright, and a decent amount for it too. When I say decent I mean about 10p a chip!
Value For Money: 6- Was an ok day overall, and can’t complain for a £20 ticket. It’s plenty, after all.