To be fair, the amount of blue-on-blue fighting at Wembley before, during, and after the Wigan cup final suggested that many wanted Mancini to stay. "You can stick your Pellegrini up your arse" was the chant. After the game went to shit and Wigan nicked it the fighting only got worse. If it'd been a properly sunny May Saturday and hadn't pissed down immediately on full-time, forcing us all to dash for the tube, there would have been scuffles outside for sure. A dark day. We set off in the car early in the morning full of optimism and then at about 11am the first headline dropped that Mancini was 24 hours away from the sack regardless of the result, and the mood darkened from thereon in. By the time we got to the ground the weather had turned, everyone knew we were about to watch Mancini's last ever game, and then the players proceeded to waddle about for 90 mins letting Wigan take it from us. A properly shit day.