Money talks.
City’s transfer fund?
More zeroes than the scoreboard.
City buys superstars.
Borat sells potatoes.
City’s transfer fund?
More zeroes than the scoreboard.
Borat’s transfer fund?
Whatever the potato stall made.
“Which one’s City?”
“The expensive one, la.”
Same shirts. Same ball.
One ref asking for a transfer.

“Pass to the lad in blue.”
“Boss tactics, that.”
City scout signs a Borat player.
Turns out he’s the kit man.
Checks the badges.
Still asks who’s on his payslip.
“Nine–one? That’s not a result.
That’s a postcode, lad.”
Goodison Park · 3 September 1906 · First Division.
A joint-record eight-goal league defeat for City. Even the budget couldn’t save that one. City’s own match history ↗

“City let in nine. We let in eight.
Who’s the big club now, la?”
The Potato Cup · sometime in the 1930s, apparently.
Seven-goal defeat. One goal less embarrassing.
“And we did it on a potato budget, lad.”

A Liverpool voice. Absolutely no filter.
Hide the receipts, lad.
“City signs a striker. Borat shifts another sack of spuds.”SAME SHIRT. DIFFERENT CASH FLOW.
“Nine–one at Goodison? Even the pie man got an assist.”PROPER BAD AFTERNOON, THAT.
“That’s not a high press. Borat’s just chasing his bus.”PROPER WORK RATE, TO BE FAIR
“Same kit, la. Check the receipt if ye want the tactics.”THE SCOUTING DEPARTMENT HAS SPOKEN
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