I would imagine it's always been shit to be a rag. A fan-base largely from in and around the far east, despised by all neutral football fans everywhere else (ABU's, no other club has an instantly recognisable acronym). Looked after by ref's and linesmen for the last 30-odd years, an arse-licking media so fucking scared of upsetting Pisscan and Gill the club was allowed to do just as it wanted with no questions asked. A club that treated the survivors from the tragedy that was the Munich air disaster with such utter disdain by having them turfed out of their own homes, and have done fuck-all but cash in on said disaster ever since - still, ****ona and his friends and family did okay from it, didn't they?
All the years I've been a City fan I have never, ever, ever glanced across at that grotesque charade of a club and felt envy. Hand on heart I never have. Following my beloved Blues I've been to the brink of total and utter despair so many times that I was almost on first name terms with misery and dejection. But still came back for more. Still continued with my allegiance, still spent a King's ransom in attending matches. Sometimes it's been like a love-hate relationship, can't live with the club, can't live without it.
But we City fans have something the average rag will never ever have in their entire lives, a genuine love and affection for our club.