{"id":74387,"date":"2017-08-25T21:00:43","date_gmt":"2017-08-25T13:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.revolution.watch\/?p=74387"},"modified":"2024-04-17T09:02:08","modified_gmt":"2024-04-17T01:02:08","slug":"premier-league-tag-heuer-x-manchester-united","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revolutionwatch.com\/premier-league-tag-heuer-x-manchester-united\/","title":{"rendered":"A Premier League: TAG Heuer x Manchester United"},"content":{"rendered":"

It was the flashpoint \u2014 the gasoline-soaked rag in a\u00a0bottle\u00a0that ignited the Manchester music scene and helped\u00a0instigate one of the most seminal periods of musical\u00a0creativity in the late 20th century. In 1976, at the\u00a0invitation of the Buzzcocks\u2019 Howard Devoto and Pete Shelley, the world\u2019s most notorious band; the Antichrists of pop culture born out of the twisted imagination of Malcolm McLaren; the oft-imitated but never equaled Sex\u00a0Pistols, took the stage at Lesser Free Trade Hall. And as their sonic deluge washed over the tiny crowd of 42 people, something clicked in the minds of those bearing witness to the act of depraved, teeth-gnashing, fist-pumping, safety-pinned and razor-bladed musical originality beneath the spotlights. From this irreparable break with the past, the\u00a0first\u00a0seeds of germination were born in the creators of New Order, Joy\u00a0Division and the Smiths, that would ultimately\u00a0culminate\u00a0in\u00a0the creation of Oasis.<\/div><\/div><\/div>
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Where Legends Are Made<\/h2>\n

From a football perspective, the 1970s was also an era of change for the city of Manchester, signaling the peaking career\u00a0of Northern Irishman George Best, Manchester United\u2019s legendary winger. Arguably the most glamorous footballer of\u00a0all time, Best, whose inimitable skill was rivaled only by the extraordinary excesses of his carnal appetites, was the symbol of\u00a0Manchester United in the \u201960s and early \u201970s.<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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But as the calendar clicked over to the 1980s, and as the\u00a0Manchester ecstasy- and music-fueled club scene became renowned the world over, a new footballer rose at Manchester United \u2014 a brooding six-foot-two Frenchman hailing from the criminally-infested coastal city of Marseille. And although he came to predominance a full decade and a half after the Sex\u00a0Pistols rocked the northern city to its foundation, he proved to\u00a0be more punk rock than any athlete who had ever lived.<\/p>\n

In 1994, poised to lead Manchester United to its third successive league title, while at an away match at Crystal Palace, Cantona was sent off for undue aggression towards defender Richard Shaw, but only as a result of Shaw first manhandling his\u00a0jersey. As he stalked towards the tunnel leading to the dressing room, a fan named Matthew Simmons ran 11 rows down to the very front of the stands and proceeded to scream racial epithets at Cantona. His response? A phenomenal kung\u2011fu style kick to the face of Simmons. Cantona then proceeded to use the hapless and over-enthused fan\u2019s face as\u00a0a\u00a0punching bag until he was pulled off by security. Following\u00a0his ban, and\u00a0an\u00a0upturned prison sentence, a press conference was held where the assembled journalists awaited his statement of apology with hushed nervous anticipation. They\u00a0never got it. Cantona showed up, looked everyone in the eye, and then in the greatest act of surrealist communication merged with spoken-word poetry, stated with great deliberation: \u201cWhen\u00a0the\u00a0seagulls follow the trawler, they\u00a0think\u00a0it\u00a0is because\u00a0sardines will be thrown into the sea.\u201d Mic\u00a0drop. Cantona was done and out of there.<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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