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Manchester City is Europe’s champion, a title years, and billions, in the making

Manchester City beat Inter Milan
Ilkay Gundogan (C) of Manchester City lifts the UEFA Champions League trophy after the team’s victory in the UEFA Champions League 2022/23 final match against Inter at Ataturk Olympic Stadium. Anadolu Agency | Anadolu Agency | Getty Images

Istanbul, June 11: The pinnacle was reached a few minutes before midnight. It did not come as Manchester City might have dreamed, at the fantastical climax of some wondrous, intricate move, but with something more arbitrary, more human: a minor error, little more than a technical fault, levered open and swiftly punished, at the doorway between one day and the next.
A decade and a half since City’s lightning-strike purchase by an investment vehicle fronted by Sheikh Mansour bin Zayed Al Nahyan, deputy prime minister of the United Arab Emirates, the most ambitious project soccer has ever seen finally had found its ultimate form, its inevitable conclusion.
City had long ago established itself as English soccer’s dominant force. It had claimed five of the last six Premier League titles. It had won the FA Cup this season, too. Now, at the last hurdle, it had broken the resistance of Inter Milan, the last of Europe’s grand old houses to stand in its path. Victory in the Champions League, the one trophy it had not yet claimed and the moment it had craved more than any other, was at hand.
As the glitter fell and the fireworks leapt into the sky, under the watchful gaze of both Sheikh Mansour — seeing the team he owns in the flesh for just the second time — and his brother, Sheikh Mohamed bin Zayed al Nahyan, ruler of the UAE, Manchester City could finally call itself the champion of Europe.
More than that, in fact: City is now only the second English team — and one of only a select handful of clubs across Europe — to have completed a domestic and European treble, soccer’s final challenge, its hallmark of true greatness. This is exactly what Abu Dhabi envisioned 15 years ago when it acquired City, a middleweight sort of a team, and set out to make it a titan.
That it has achieved its aim, given the scale of its investment, should not be a surprise. This was always going to happen, sooner or later: Soccer is a sport, but it is also a business. By even a conservative estimate, the Manchester City project, designed in the palaces of the Persian Gulf for reasons that have little or nothing to do with sports, has cost a couple billion dollars.
Nothing has been left to chance. City was dangerous, former Arsenal manager Arsène Wenger once said, because it had both “petrol and ideas.” It is one thing having money. It is quite another knowing how to use it.
City most certainly does. It has one of the finest training facilities in the world. It has a state-of-the-art academy, a global network of sister teams, a bespoke squad stuffed with players hand-picked by a vast, expert recruitment team, regardless of their cost. It has Pep Guardiola, the finest coach in the world, soccer’s own galaxy brain, and he has everything he could possibly want.
The allegation remains that there is more behind its success: that City has not played by the same rules as everyone else, that it has used its web of sponsors in the UAE to circumvent the financial regulations of first UEFA and then the Premier League.
The club denies all of it, of course, claiming it is nothing but a conspiracy of the jealous and the threatened. It has a comprehensive body of irrefutable evidence that will provide vindication, it says. It has yet to produce it. UEFA’s charges did not stick. Whether the Premier League’s might, all 115 of them, may yet take years to discover.
City has done — or not done, as the case may be — it all in the service of this: not just victory, not just a form of domination that has rarely, if ever, been seen, but in the overturning of European soccer’s established order.
In the years to come, the manner in which it took the final step will be all but forgotten. It would, in fact, have slipped from the minds of City’s players and their fans almost as soon as the final whistle blew on Saturday night and Guardiola and his staff poured from the bench, euphoric and disbelieving and more than a little relieved. He was brought to the club for this express purpose. It has surely taken longer than he would have liked to deliver.
He certainly will not dwell for long on the nature of his triumph, his third Champions League trophy, his second European treble as a manager. He might be a perfectionist, but he will not care in the slightest that City found only the slightest crack in Inter’s armor — a slip from the otherwise flawless Federico Dimarco sending Bernardo Silva scampering free, and Rodri placing an unerring shot in the corner — or that by City’s standards this was an underwhelming display in an underwhelming final.
There was, though, something entirely fitting about it. City’s opponent, Inter Milan, had arrived in Istanbul as something of a surprise. It was expected, deep down, to play the role of sacrificial lamb, swatted aside casually by a City team that seemed, in every conceivable way, to be its superior.
City is England’s default champion. Inter is the third-best team in Italy. City has Erling Haaland, a striker who is soccer’s equivalent to the T1000, sent from the future to obliterate every record he can. Inter’s team is old, even by the gerontocratic standards of Serie A. This final was, in most reckonings, a mismatch, a procession, a fait accompli.
European soccer, though, has proved rather harder to conquer than Abu Dhabi might have envisaged. The Premier League might have been bent, after a while, to City’s will, but the Champions League has always foxed it: full of vagaries and hazards and what must at times have started to seem like magic.
No wonder, then, that Inter’s obduracy and its conviction put City off its stride. There was no desperate rear-guard action, no black-and-blue Helm’s Deep. Instead, Simone Inzaghi’s Inter side drew deep from its well of experience to frustrate City in every way it could conceive.
It dawdled over free kicks. It lingered in possession. It indulged in petty, niggling fouls, robbing the game of its rhythm. It drew the pace, and with it the sting, from City’s fearsome attack. At times, it stood still, unwilling to be drawn from its positions. Proudly, Inter made the game as ugly as it could.
And it did it all to perfection, or something close to it. Guardiola raged on the touchline. “Relax, relax,” he barked at his players, his hands clawing at his cheeks, a pot pointing out as many flaws as possible in the kettle. There is more to soccer than beauty, skill and panache. There is also grit and grizzle, gnarl and nous, and Inter had them all in abundance.
Ultimately, though, it was not enough. That has been the story of Manchester City in these last 15 years, told from the perspective of everyone else. Nothing has ever been enough. City will not, in the end, be stopped.
It would be unfair to say Inter’s focus waned, even for a second. Dimarco simply put one of his feet in the wrong place. His body shape was wrong as he tried to intercept a pass. He stumbled. Silva was away. His cross deflected back into Rodri’s path, and in that moment, arbitrary and human, Inter’s resistance broke, and with it the last bulwark of European soccer’s traditional aristocracy, its grand old houses.
Manchester City, as it was always going to, had at last broken down the door. The whistle blew. The glitter fell. The fireworks exploded. And in the middle of its celebrations, one day ended, and another began. (International New York Times)

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