A few days before we learnt of the Sheikh's arrival, I was watching an early season Europa game on Channel 5 (we were there on the fair play system) and at the end of the game, the stupid twat Murray (the one who is now a presenter on Talk Shite) declared that City were going to have a fire sale and we were about to go bust. Something to do with Shinawatra's legal and financial issues and the fact that we were seemingly about to lose Stephen Ireland to Newcastle or someone. A few days later, a work colleague and I were discussing how fucked we were. We were convinced we were about to "do a Leeds"./. Absolutely, totally convinced of it, we were. Genuinely worried sick about the immediate future and the years following. I still remember how the same colleague looked when she came to tell me about the takeover one morning. We couldn't stop smiling after that. I took a two hour lunch just to listen to the radio in the car. We all knew it was the real did. Just fucking magical.
I think about that conversation sometimes. If someone had told me that in the intervening five years, we would win the FA Cup, the Carling Cup and be twice crowned champions of England, I would have assumed that a pisstake was afoot and hair would have been pulled and the messenger shot at dawn.
Honestly people, I know we've had these threads before but this gets more amazing with every trophy won. Do you still think "what the actual fuck"? My God, but it is a thing of beauty. Our City doing all this is the most gorgeous dream come true ever. I told a rag the other day that nobody knows how this feels, to go from multiple relegation, clusterfuck uselessness and the rags kicking the shit out of us on the field and off it. Nobody but us blues could ever understand.
Even the transformation of the area around the stadium looks miraculous, It was such a shit hole when we first moved there. Worse than Maine Road.
Are you still pinching yourself?
