The 2011-12 season is the obvious one, obviously! No club will ever have again what City had then. The 6-1 with Mancini's happy grin at the end, Mario Balotelli playing well and endearing himself with his quirkiness before it got too strange, that run-in over the last few games in the April-May sunshine to catch the rags, Kompany's leap fourteen feet high after his header in the 1-0 derby, and then YaYa at Newcastle and Aguerooo to crown it all. Fans of other teams have told me how glad that made them, nothing can ever come close, it was like my first glimpse of Paris in the spring or the Golden Gate Bridge or falling in love or sex on the beach. It was "take me now God, I can die happy", it was beautiful, rhapsodic, orgasmic. So drink it in.
Some way behind that are the KK season for 100 goals and Benarbia,any season that had Uwe Rosler in it, Bell and Lee and Summerbee in '67-68, and my first one for memories of Trautmann and Bobby Johnstone and Roy Paul in 19 bloody 55. They were all good and they'd be enough to see me go cheerfully into the sunset if Mancini hadn't happened, but he did and for that reason I can go laughing merrily not just smiling contentedly. After City win the treble and the Champions League with Aguero and Jesus both scoring in the final (next year.)
