In the early 2010s, football gradually captivated me, overshadowing my passion for cricket and chess. It all started with the mesmerizing 2010 World Cup, sparking my fascination with the game. As my understanding grew, I found myself engrossed in La Liga matches on Sony Ten, deepening my love for football.
While cricket and chess remained my primary sports, football quietly made its way into my weekends. My support for Manchester City began unexpectedly with a simple chit drawing, where fate handed me their name. It was during a match against Tottenham that I truly hoped for City’s victory, and they delivered with a resounding 4-1 win, courtesy of Aguero’s four goals.
In the following months, I gradually fell in love with the players. Icons like Aguero, Silva, Yaya, and Kompany became regular fixtures on my TV screen, holding a special place in my heart, despite the unlikelihood of ever meeting them. However, a trophy remained elusive for City.
Finally, the next season brought the long-awaited success, even if it was “only” the League Cup. In a long 1-1 draw against Liverpool, City emerged victorious in the penalty shootout. Witnessing Kompany lift the cup filled me with exhilaration, marking the first time I experienced such joy as a fan. This victory solidified the core of the team I grew up with.
Our defense featured the indomitable Kompany and the endearing Otamendi, despite his occasional struggles. In the midfield, Fernandinho, De Bruyne, and the experienced Yaya controlled the game, while the magical David Silva supported the ever-reliable Aguero upfront. Bringing it all together was none other than Guardiola, who joined as manager the following season.
The start of the Guardiola era at Manchester City ignited high hopes within me. Known for his winning record and player development, I anticipated success. However, our initial season was one of adaptation, marked by inconsistency and a memorable 4-0 defeat against Everton. Bravo’s struggles in defense and our aging fullbacks posed challenges. Our Champions League campaign ended in disappointment as we lost to Monaco on away goals, perpetuating our elusive pursuit of the trophy.
Nonetheless, the true Guardiola era began soon after. The following season, we became the Centurions, reaching 100 points in the Premier League thanks to Gabriel Jesus’ last-minute goal— a narrative familiar to City fans. The subsequent season saw us conquer all four domestic trophies.
Around that time, I relocated to Chennai and was fortunate to witness City’s trophy tour. Standing just a foot away from the Premier League trophy at VR Mall remains a cherished memory. I remember my friend asking the staff if we could touch the trophy, just once, just for a second but they joked that we can once we win it ourselves.
Meanwhile, a new era unfolded elsewhere, spearheaded by Liverpool and Klopp. Our battles against them enthralled Premier League enthusiasts. Players like Salah and Mane wreaked havoc, prompting us to strengthen our own squad. Foden emerged from the academy, Grealish joined our ranks, Rodri continually improved, and Bernardo Silva showcased his brilliance.
As a City fan, the Champions League has always been the ultimate trophy I yearn to see us lift. Without it, we cannot solidify our status as a top team. In the past two seasons, we came tantalizingly close, losing to Chelsea in the 2021 final and faltering against Real Madrid in 2022, leaving me exasperated.
Today, I write with anticipation and excitement as City prepare to claim their seventh title. We find ourselves in the position we have always dreamed of: a continental treble. A match against United followed by the final against Inter Milan presents an opportunity to finally conquer the Champions League curse. The victory over Madrid has rekindled my hope and optimism. May this be the year our European ambitions come to fruition.
City Till I Die.
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