Cc: Pep Guardiola: Sort this out.
A dreary inconsistent mess is the most apt way to describe the Citizens’ season, where we have struggled to keep up with a talented fearless Liverpool side, and our performance led over the course of the Match-weeks has left City deflated without any hope.
When we are on the pitch, there is no leadership. David Silva, who was somehow chosen as our captain (perhaps as a memoir to it being his last season), is lacking of presence on the green, placing gaffer tape over the void left by Vincent Kompany’s departure. The Belgian was a dominating figure, to both City’s and the opposition’s players leaving no possibility undefined. Despite this being evident at the end of the 18/19 season, no additions were made and the band was given to the wrong man, who isn’t in the starting lineup every week any way. It should have been Kevin De Bruyne, who’s meme-able passion is evident every time he puts his magic boots on, which as one of the first names on the team sheet makes him a seemingly better option, similar to Fernandinho who, despite the nature of aging sending him closer to the tail end of his career, is a calming force for the blues’ back line, ushering attackers away – sometimes by any means necessary, but well breeze past that- issuing him as a more likely option surely than that if the number 21.
The team sheet is also a joke. You will read two words shortly that, if you are a city fan, will make you quake in terror; Nicolas Otamendi. Watching this man defend is like watching a gazelle prance into a bear at times. He redefines the idea of the tragedy that Shakespeare outlined in his plays. The key issue is common sense, and this results in mind boggling passing phases, not that of De Bruyne and Agüero, but of Barry and Gary down the pub, such as the ball to Stones at Norwich. And yet despite these Eric Garcia isn’t getting the chance to take his place, and is approximately 1/100 at the bookmakers that he’d dominate in comparison (not an actual value, just in case).
Overall, the players need to step their game up, and so does Pep; we are Centurions, double champions for the first time since the days of Whiskey-nosed Fergie, and this is how we are playing? Being a passionate fan of a team that is ridiculed for its support makes it seem like it’s the league against us, a state that should enforce an attacking mentality, not the manager aiming the barrel of the gun to those in the stands and playing passively without any good chances.