There will be a great deal of resentment when they do eventually come a knocking, the one thing that has made us who we are for all these years is our identity...
I'll never forget what it was like when we were truly awful. I was walking down the street with my mum as a little nipper proudly wearing my City shirt, and a bloke walking past stopped myself and my mum. He let it be known he was a blue and made a big fuss of me, promised City would do me proud one day and that my loyalty would all be worth it.
I'll never forget that, it made me feel part of something, something incredibly special... a select few of tightly knit devoted football fans, who all held one thing in common - an immense love of Manchester City Football Club.
As an impressionable young lad the satisfaction I gained from that brief encounter has lasted a lifetime, and attitudes like those helped keep heads held high in the darkest days of our Club's history.
If we lose that precious identity, City will no longer be the club I fell in love with.
The fickle cretins who change their allegiance at the end of each season depending upon which Club's trophy haul is the largest will never, ever understand. They'll never be able to comprehend where I'm coming from, all that their presence will acheive is eroding the foundations that generations of die hard blues have helped to build.
Let there be new generations of blues... young, young and young alone - they will be the only ones exempt from criticism. Imagining the masses of older glory hunters (who have little or no reason to support us) at the ready makes me shiver to my bones, they're the ones who (IMO) are not welcome.
I hope we maintain our identity while shooting for the stars, otherwise it won't be worth it.