He was quoted as saying: «I have always had to
fight for the title position at all of my clubs.
Not exact matches
Winning
titles is not always by having all the
positions occupied by world class players, but by having everyone
fighting for the team.
As long as we're shrewd we stand to be in a terrific
position for next seasons
title fight.
We could go on a winning run but it won't be a
title run, we are going to struggle to even make the top 4 again, the
positions of the league now is how I think it will be come the end of the season except us and Liverpool
fighting for 5th n 6th place.
He also admitted to missing being in the
title fight, having been left to scrap over
positions in the lower end of the top 10
for the last two years with McLaren.
All four of those have now had to endure a season below 4th place recently, and the emergence of Moneybags Man City, Tottenham's kids and even Everton are improving and
fighting for positions in the Champions League so who is best placed to win the
title in this coming campaign?
The bold conclusion that we are a team ready to
fight for the
title is based on how quickly Arsene Wenger has established a balance between organised, counter-attacking football based on intelligent
positioning and quick transitions and our usual possession - based football that breeds confidence and gives the defence time to breath.
But we have to put ourselves in a
position in the Premier League that allows us to
fight for the
title.»
In his first New York City exhibition in 2009,
titled The TV Show, PEET organized the concept around characters he coined «The Luxury Leaders» and «The Resistants» — symbolic metaphors
for white - collar corporate America versus the anti-materialist, subcultural underbelly.3 Considering these fragmented story lines of rebellion and subversion, alongside the fact that the artist is sometimes
positioned somewhere nearby covertly broadcasting an element of live feed into the gallery space, somehow it doesn't seem a stretch to imagine a grinning PEET tucked away in a dingy basement making human lard soap, à la Brad Pitt's nihilistic Tyler Durden from the 1999 film
Fight Club.