Well, well, well, look what we got here, this Manchester City, huh? They say it’s some kinda football team. Big deal. Back in my day, we just kicked a ball around in the dirt, didn’t need no fancy names or nothin’. But these young folks today, they love their football, especially this Manchester City.

So, this Manchester City, they got some fellas, important fellas. One is name is Rodri, I hear. They say when he ain’t there, the team ain’t no good. Like a stew without salt, I reckon. No good, just plain. And another fella, this Pep, he’s the boss, the head honcho. He’s got a big problem, they say. What is this big problem? I don’t know. City looks ordinary, they say. What is ordinary? Just regular, I guess. Not good, not bad. Just there, like a old shoe.
And that Premier League. That’s what they all talkin’ about. This Manchester City, they won it three times, one after another, these folks say. Like pickin’ the best apples three years in a row! Must be some good pickin’, I reckon. They won before, too. Like in 2018, then 2019, then 2020, 2021, 2022 and 2023. Keep winning and winning.
- This team, they got another fella, Erling Haaland, they call him.
- He must be somethin’ special, I hear folks say.
- But I don’t know, all these names, they just a blur to me.
- All these players, runnin’ around, for what?
Then there is this positions thing. Like where you stand, I guess. Like when we used to play as kids. The big kids got to stand closer to the goal and the little ones stand far. Sounds like same thing. That Alexander-Arnold, he is a big shot. Can stand anywhere, kick the ball long long way, folks are talkin’.
They say this Manchester City and some other team, Tottenham, they the favorites. Favorites to what? Win somethin’? Probably. Like when you know which cow gonna give the most milk. You just know, I guess.
They talk about winning, this Manchester City. They beat some other team, this Everton, 3-0. Like skunkin’ ’em, we used to say. Got four more points than the other fellas now. Like havin’ four more eggs in your basket. Good for them, I guess.

This other thing, they call it Opta. Some kinda fancy way to guess who gonna win, I reckon. Like countin’ your chickens before they hatch. They say this Manchester City, even when they not doin’ so good, they still gonna be somethin’ called 22nd. And they gonna be in some kinda play-off. What’s a play-off? I don’t know. More playin’, I guess. And they say they have good chance. What is chance? Like a good hand of cards? Could be, could be.
All these numbers, these positions of Manchester City, these names, it’s all a jumble. But these young folks, they love it. They eat it up like it’s a Sunday pie. Me? I just like watchin’ the birds. They don’t need no teams or names or nothin’. They just fly. That’s somethin’ to see, I tell ya.
But this Manchester City, they somethin’, I guess. They keep winnin’, keep playin’. And these folks, they keep watchin’. So, maybe there’s somethin’ to it after all. Maybe. This football thing is a mystery. But these young folks, they sure do love it. And this City, they are the big cheese, I guess, in this Premier League thing. They are the top, like the cream of the milk, you know? So, good for them. Good for them, I say.
They got all these fancy ways of keepin’ track of things. Like who’s best, who’s worst. We just knew who could run fastest or kick hardest. But these folks, they got it all figured out with their numbers and their positions and their fancy words. Like that Opta thing. Sounds like somethin’ out of a book, not real life.
But hey, who am I to say? I’m just watchin’ from the sidelines, like watchin’ the clouds go by. They do their thing, I do mine. And this Manchester City, they just keep on doin’ their thing. And it seems like their thing is winnin’. So, more power to ’em, I guess. They are like a machine, just keep winning. Like a good harvest, every year.
