The stage was set, a showdown at the Etihad for us to see
Spurs visit Man City, well, how hard can that be?
As it turned out, the answer was ‘not very’
Glued as I was to my boys on the telly.

But this was a new version of Manchester City,
Of late, they’ve been playing rather shitty.
Lost 4 in a row, that’s never happened before
Unless you return to the days of yore.

Since Abu Dhabi arrived bringing its riches and treasures,
Their fans have been treated to just endless pleasures.
A sense of entitlement had become their right
Simply buy your way out of trouble; well not last night.

Yet Spurs are Spurs, this is unquestionably so
The highest of the high to the lowest of the low
As unpredictable as Trump, as fickle as your ex-wife
Filled with fun, yet endless trouble and strife.

The first ten minutes were difficult in extreme,
City bossed it, the ball we’d hardly seen
Fortunately it wasn’t to be Haaland’s night
The lumbering Norse just wasn’t quite right

Then up steps James Madison, returned from his exile
He hadn’t defended enough, his efforts too febrile
Kulusevski was a magician, before our very eyes,
Madison finished, to Man City’s great surprise.

Then again, just seven minutes later,
Birthday Boy Madison does once again cater
To the massive holes in City’s appalling back line
Arriving to finish just in time.

As any Spurs fan will tell you, being 2 nil up at the half
Is stressful and worrying and enough to make you barf.
So many leads have slipped over the years,
The memories of which leave me in tears.

But soon as the second period settled down
Pedro Porro arrived to see the City fans drown
In their own tears and that was 3 nil
But still time to pull something back still.

They brought on Kevin de Bruyne, a shadow of his former self
Would have better off staying on the shelf
As wave after wave of City attacks broke down
With Haaland having taken off his crown.

And at the very end, as City poured up the pitch
Desperate to score 4 goals in the stitch (of time; gimme a break)
Spurs broke, sped down to the other end
The fourth goal a big message to send.

Not sure to whom it was sent but I got it loud and clear
Happy days are coming near
Leaving the Gallaghers of this world wondering of the story
And mourning the glory.

Happy Sunday

A xxxx