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Man City of Angels

In città e nel Regno una squadra sola al comando, la sua maglia è celeste, il suo nome è Manchester City. 
Nel 177-esimo derby Mancunian, una superiorità imbarazzante per la capolista solitaria, che resta a +2 sul Liverpool, allunga a +3 sul Chelsea e sprofonda a -12 i cugini. Raramente così dimessi. E mai in partita nonostante il regalo di Ederson a Romelu Lukaku, poi scartato da Anthony Martial, in gol per la quinta gara consecutiva. 
Ecco, se c'è un limite, nello squadrone del Pep, è la tendenza a non chiuderle le partite dominate; a specchiarsi sin quasi a irridere l'avversario, che nel caso dello United, Juve docet, non si arrende neanche quando più sembra alle corde. 
Ancora per un mesetto senza il suo miglior giocatore, Kevin De Bruyne, Guardiola ha preferito Riyad Mahrez a Leroy Sané e il Kun neo-argentato al Gabriel Jesus triplettista (con rigore farlocco) in Champions League. 
Dall'altra parte, perso all'ultimo Paul Pogba, che con Chris Smalling  lo scorso 7…

“We put our own money into Nissan Classic to pay the bills”


October 7th, 2015
By Brian Canty
One of the two men responsible for bringing the Nissan International Classic to Ireland in the mid-1980s has said the event changed the face of Irish cycling forever.
Pat McQuaid, along with fellow race director Alan Rushton, succeeded in bringing 18 teams to Ireland for the stage race event which saw many of the world’s top riders take part.
Among those on the start line for that first stage from Trinity College, Dublin, to Wexford were Sean Kelly and Stephen Roche as well as former World champion Hennie Kuiper and one of Kelly’s big rivals in the classics and the sprints, Dutchman Adri van der Poel.
One man who was gutted to miss out was Paul Kimmage.
He really could have done something riding for the national team having just finished sixth in the World Road Race Championships that year in Italy.
However, a crash at the GP d’Isbergues a week prior to t…

Stephen Roche, Pat McQuaid and the loss of innocence

by Lee Rodgers

July 22nd, 1987. A day I will never forget. It was the 21st stage of the Tour de France, and I sat on our living room in suburban England watching an event unfold on the television that forever changed my life. 
Changed my life. 
What words those are, and how often they are bandied about without substance, without the full realisation of the weight inherent in their letters. 
But this did. It was seismic. To my 15 year old self, sports obsessed and wanting, forever it seemed, to be a professional athlete at anything, this was massive. 
In my bones I knew – this was it. This was the single greatest thing I had ever seen. An Irishman and a Spaniard and bicycles on a mountain in France. 
A whole history of pedals being pushed, mammoth killometers, a man dying on a volcano called Ventoux, a Cannibal, a Badger, another Frenchman who carried a comb in his pocket so that his hair was perf…