Manchester City are certainly in a whole load of Barney Rubble, or should we say Abu Dhabi do-do.

It’s a shamball shambles.

Like all the plastic clubs, Shitty is primarily a laundry project. Fabric conditioner for scumbag loot and a vehicle for shirt sales webbed up with a tat merchandise multiplier.

Even Chelsea view them as fake.

20 years ago, the average fan couldn’t have described their shirt, let alone have had a remote desire to put one on.

Someone needs to redesign that badge, mind, to show the ship sinking.

Now, after the rough old rogering right up the blue moon, the club claims to have a phat dossier of irrefutable appeal evidence for the screwed into its fist.

Well, schoolboy logic dictates that it was either never presented – or it was and was refuted on 114 of the 115 charges.

Delusional.

Apparently, the top Sheikh is now rattling and rolling, threatening to yank investment from the UK in retaliation for the guilty verdicts.

Which pretty much sums up what these tossers are all about.

Off you pop then.

It’s time for one almighty Poznań.