Manchester City Greatest XI v QPR Greatest XI: Who Would Win?

City can win the title and QPR could go down if Bolton beat Stoke. But who would win out of these two hypothetical teams based on what two fans have seen?
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North and south collide at Loftus Road, but who out of QPR and Manchester City boast the best all-time XI?

QPR’s Greatest XI -

Queen’s Park Rangers Greatest XI

Paddy Kenny – Very tough position to fill, especially when we have had some tremendous custodians in the last 20 years, including safe hands himself, David Seaman.  But Paddy gets the shirt for bringing stability to what in recent years has been a very shaky defence. 25 clean sheets out of 44 starts in our Championship season tells its story and I don’t think he has put a foot wrong yet in this campaign. Plus, the bloke is mad  – exhibit A: Completely unapologetically calling El Hadj Diouff a ‘C’ on Twitter (when he mocked Jamie Mackie’s broken leg)…and repeating it when told to delete it! – 8/10

David Bardsley – Graham Taylor made some very strange decisions as England manager. For example, he only awarded David Bardsley two England caps when he was at the peak of his career. An excellent defender whose goal return (four in ten years) belies just how effective he was in creating attacking play. 8/10

Paul Parker – Yes, that’s right, Centre Back. It was only Bobby Robson at Italia ’90 and Alex Ferguson who turned PP into a full back (and what do they know?!?!),  before which he was equally effective in the centre of defence for us. And he was pretty tiny n’all. 9/10

Alan McDonald – A footballer who played 400 games over 15 years in the top division must be pretty good at what they do. And this chap was – ‘Macca’ was ‘Mr QPR’, a sort-of likeable Tony Adams and it’s only a shame that the fairytale conclusion – that he would one day manage the club he gave so much to – has not come to pass – 9/10

Kenny Sansom – As a Semite, I fought the urge not to put David Pizanti, QPR’s first and only Israeli player, in this position. Alas his positives (Jew-ness) were outweighed by his negatives (he was rubbish). So Kenny Sansom, at the time England’s most-capped full-back, gets into the team, run pretty close by Clive Wilson. – 8/10

Andy Sinton – My first and only ever hero.  Before him, I really liked QPR, but he is the reason I love them (it? Her?) . A £350k steal from Brentford, he was winger and goal-provider extraordinaire. Without Andy Sinton and his crosses, you would never have heard of Les Ferdinand. To this day, he is my security question for my internet bank (please don’t rob me. Or tell the wife I told you that) and I’d like to think maybe one day Andy and I could be friends. 10/10

Roy Wegerle – No words necessary. Watch THIS -8/10

Ray Wilkins – On the telly, Wilkins struggles to offer analysis that rivals a Redknapp, a Townsend or a Neville. On the pitch, he would wipe the floor with any one of them. How many midfielders these days can take free kicks and corners with either foot? Wilkins could, effortlessly. The crab was still playing Premier League football at 36 years old, in an era when his peers tended to retire by 32. Majestic. –9.5/10

Adel Taraabt – It’s all going a bit sour for Adel these days as he struggles to adapt to not having the most expensive car at the training ground. I suspect he will be sold in January and that Warnock has lost patience with him – toys have been thrown out of prams one too many times. Simply, the guy has a personality disorder that may well prevent him fulfilling his potential. But if it weren’t for him, QPR would not be in the Premier League now. 8.9/10(0.1 deducted for being mental)

Les Ferdinand – Come on, you didn’t think there was any chance Sir Les was not going to be centre forward in this team, did you? 10/10

Kevin Gallen – The pragmatist in me would have gone for Garry Bannister here. Not only did he score a healthy 1 goal every  3 games in the 1980s, he also got a legendary hat trick against Chelsea. But you can’t not go for Gallen. More important than his near-400 appearances for the club (a goal every four games), Gallen played a bigger role: as a fan, he was that player every proper football club needs – a conduit for all supporters to channel their energies through, to provide them with their link with their team. He was one of us. A true servant and legend. 8/10

Total: 94.4

Manchester City Greatest XI

GK – Bert Trautmann

My granddad, who survived the war, always had a strong aversion to former Manchester United stopper Gary Bailey, claiming that he looked like an SS officer.

A strange prejudice to hold against a South African but there you go. His hero however was another keeper, a German paratrooper in possession of an Iron Cross.

This startling contradiction illustrates just what a profound impact Bert had in post-war Britain, his popularity and brave, majestic talent transcending football. 9

RB – Tony Book

After nearly a decade playing at non-league level Malcolm Allison brought Book to City where the 32-year old flourished through an incredible Indian summer captaining the side through our most successful period to date and receiving the Footballer of the Year award in 1969. 242 appearances and forever Mr Man City he was as reliable as he is decent. 9

LB – Paul Power

Came to my school making precisely two kids out of two hundred very excited (me and my brother) Paul was Manchester born-and-bred and led his side out at Wembley on three occasions. His cultured left foot struck several long-range beauties not least the winner against Ipswich in the 1981 FA Cup semi-final. His name also lends itself to a nice bit of rhyming slang for an alternative to a bath. 7

CB – Mike Doyle

The granite heart and soul of City Doyle was an uncompromising tough-as-nails stopper who wore his heart on his sleeve. And his heart was blue. His renowned loathing of all things United would have made him bang up for this clash. 8

CB – Vincent Kompany

The temptation to include Dave Watson was superceded by the idea of the classy colossus Vinnie pairing up with Doyle. A dream partnership of silk and steel that would take some beating. Signing this sublime defender is the reason I will never hate Mark Hughes. 8

CM – Paul Lake

Both club and country were building their teams around this extraordinary talent – a lad barely out of his teens –until injury cruelly deprived him, and us, of an extraordinary talent. Paul could play anywhere due to his innate reading of the game. To a very select few it just comes easy. Top flight football equated to a casual kickabout in the park and the sight of his galloping elegance remains a highlight of my youth. 8

CM – Colin Bell

The King. Suitably nicknamed Nijinsky for having the stamina of the racehorse and stylish elan of the ballet dancer, Colin was the complete footballer and one of the top ten greatest players this country has ever produced. So good that City wouldn’t be able to afford him today. 10

AM – Georgi Kinkladze

A head-down weaver of the highest quality, Kinky lit up the dark times with his mazy individual genius. Was so far advanced of his team-mates it was akin to Pele in his pomp playing five-a-side down my local leisure centre. His winner against Southampton where he took half their side apart before dinking it over the despairing keeper with impish ease is sufficient to get him into this side alone. The best goal I’ve ever seen by some considerable distance. 7

AM – David Silva

Though only 5ft 7 ‘Dreamy’ David appears to follow the ebb and flow of a game from an elevated position. Is allergic to losing possession, has a finely-tuned football intelligence and magical feet. I always said it would take a very special player to supplant Paul Lake as my favourite City player of all time. After hearing what Lakey had to say about the Spanish maestro earlier this year I think he’ll understand. We are all under Merlin’s spell. 9

AM – Peter Doherty

One for the old guard. I’ve not seen a single clip of the pre-war Northern Irish inside-left but all the old boys insist he was the greatest City ever had. Their opinion is worth far more than my own so it’s a reluctant demotion of Young, Summerbee and, my own personal favourite, Bernarbia, to the bench. 9

CF – Francis Lee

Lee Won Pen, in fact he won countless of them, our barrel-chested future chairman regularly threw his burly frame to the floor like a dying albatross in an era before diving became fashionable. He was a visionary. Joking aside he was also an extraordinary centre-forward who grafted his backside off to create opportunities before finishing them off with a deceptively silken touch. Great player. Bad chairman.  9

Total Score: 93

Result: QPR 94.4-93 Manchester City

The West London mavericks flummox the Citizens, exposing an artisan defence with an aesthetic jaunt.

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