Not as bothered since 13/05/2012

worsleyweb said:
The Stuart Pearce season was my biggest test of faith as a city fan. I considered suicide and I was having sex 7 days a week.

Not a chance, safe with a few games to go, even though we were dire to watch (bar mpenza!). I shit it when we sold Barton that summer though, thought we were certs to go down. The rest, as they say.... :D
 
Winning the title again last year was an anti climax in relation to the Aguero title winning season. We will never ever feel like that again.

But losing nowadays makes me more angrier than it used to do......not a good thing.
 
nobody can eat fifty eggs said:
Winning the title again last year was an anti climax in relation to the Aguero title winning season. We will never ever feel like that again.

But losing nowadays makes me more angrier than it used to do......not a good thing.

West Ham was 2/10 - aguero 19/10 - that was like an outer body exerience.
 
Had this very same conversation today myself.

The QPR match will never be bettered - first title in over 40 years, last minute win against the odds, huge points deficit overhauled against all odds, iconic commentary on multiple media outlets that never fade, title snatched from under the nose of our biggest and most hated rivals.

I miss the days of chaos and discontent.
 
willy eckerslike said:
Had this very same conversation today myself.

The QPR match will never be bettered - first title in over 40 years, last minute win against the odds, huge points deficit overhauled against all odds, iconic commentary on multiple media outlets that never fade, title snatched from under the nose of our biggest and most hated rivals.

I miss the days of chaos and discontent.

Just relive it
 
I was gutted on Sunday, I'm sure I'm getting worse after a defeat, not better.
 
It's not the losing that's changed for me, it's everything.

The "love" for a football team is unconditional, you just have to accept whatever joy / shit they throw at you - what's the alternative?? Support someone else??

Personally that day has changed the way I appreciate what City do for me (good and bad)

The way I look at it is that Sergio Kun Aguero scoring for Manchester City at 93:20 of the match is the best football moment I will ever see.

To beat your rivals to the title, the first title for 44 years, with essentially the last kick of the season, in a rollercoaster football match, which provoked emotions I didn't even know existed.

How can that ever be bettered??

In my opinion it can't.

I totally get where the OP is coming from.

So, after that day, I don't love City any more or any less.......I just know that I've witnessed the pinnacle of my City supporting life.

No - thinking about it, I witnessed the single best moment of my life because even now typing this, I've got goosebumps.

You can't beat perfection.
 
ctidcarl said:
It's not the losing that's changed for me, it's everything.

The "love" for a football team is unconditional, you just have to accept whatever joy / shit they throw at you - what's the alternative?? Support someone else??

Personally that day has changed the way I appreciate what City do for me (good and bad)

The way I look at it is that Sergio Kun Aguero scoring for Manchester City at 93:20 of the match is the best football moment I will ever see.

To beat your rivals to the title, the first title for 44 years, with essentially the last kick of the season, in a rollercoaster football match, which provoked emotions I didn't even know existed.

How can that ever be bettered??

In my opinion it can't.

I totally get where the OP is coming from.

So, after that day, I don't love City any more or any less.......I just know that I've witnessed the pinnacle of my City supporting life.

No - thinking about it, I witnessed the single best moment of my life because even now typing this, I've got goosebumps.

You can't beat perfection.

I've thought about how it could possibly be bettered and the only thing I can think of is an injury time David Silva hat-trick at Old Trafford to beat that shite in the Champions League final 3-2. Even then, I'm not sure it could eclipse that incredible day in 2012.

I kind of understand what the OP is getting at. The shit we went through, supporting the club out of blind loyalty for years, with no hope, let alone expectation that we'd ever win anything. To then win every domestic trophy in a 3 year period, we've gone from the bottom of the mountain to the top pretty fucking quickly.

I just think the way you support the team has to adjust. In the old days you'd be buzzing after a win, and even a draw or a loss it wouldn't be unexpected. You might be pissed off, but it wasn't a shock. Now though, I don't know about you, but I don't get the same rush when we win. It's kind of expected. When we draw or lose though, that's the unexpected result, so you're more pissed off than you would have been when we were shit. It's a strange situation, and one I didn't expect, but being successful is probably more stressful than being average, or being shite.

I wouldn't go back though given the choice, no chance. The football we play is an absolute privilege to watch. The buzz now comes from the big games, Chelsea, Liverpool last year, Arsenal, Everton, Spurs, the shite, Bayern, Barca, they're our big games now to get a real buzz from. In the past you'd only get that buzz from a derby, but for the last couple of years the derby hasn't been our biggest game, and it possibly won't be for a few years.

I think if we get past Barca and in to the quarters and semi's of the Champions League that will bring a whole different type of pressure and excitement that no blue has experienced before.
 
Being at Newcastle when we won the title after that 4-3 victory was the highlight of my City supporting years.

Being behind the goal at Wembley when Nellie fired the winner against Leicester was next.

In 1974 we emigrated to New Zealand so all my "watching" was now on TV or ESPN text until last year when I got live coverage of EPL games via the internet.

I was devastated when we lost the 1981 cup replay, we had such rotten luck in the first game. Both games "live" on TVNZ.

The Aguero goaaalllllllllllll was super but I didn't see it because I was watching an ESPN text feed of the game so the euphoria isn't the same as for those in the ground or watching live feeds. But I've got THAT GOAL on video on my computer (and it is backed up on DVD).

I get pissed off when we lose because of sloppy play or incompetent officials.

I soon get over defeats when the 'better team on the day' wins - which is rare these days.

But I can NEVER take a defeat by the rags - my wife goes in to hiding and the neighbourhood cats migrate to the next suburb.

In summary - it bothers me when we lose.
 
I have absolutely no problems losing or drawing, if we deserved the result.

Against Arsenal we flattered to deceive and never created. Against Everton, but for the bar and Hart early on, we could have lost.

On both instances, and if you are the sportsman many claim to be, you accept you cannot always win (and doing so would devalue the feeling) and move on.

Certainly I agree with the OP, that poor results are nothing more that bite size trivia the moment the game is over, whereas our Title and Cup triumphs are wonderful historical events that 90% of the true game attending British football supporting public will never see their team achieve and are great memories that no defeat or draw will ever remove.
 
Over the years I think I've seen virtually every degree of hurt or delight a city result can bring so I try to take each result as it comes and never get hysterical about it one way or the other.

However, that is easier said than done when a defeat brings every football ignorant fucker out of the woodwork to proffer their worthless opinion on matters about our club that really don't concern them. Quite often it begins; "City fans will be beginning to question whether [insert preposterous notion like whether Pelligrini is good enough or whether the owners will get bored etc etc ad infinitum]". Drives me up the wall to the point where I have to exile myself from any contact with any form of media for a couple of days.

The corollary to that, of course, is that when we win I can laugh and point and call them cunts.
 
Thought about this a little bit.
In defeat I like to think I'm still the same. I hate it. Simple. Maybe what has changed is the way I celebrate when we win. I don't get pissed every time we do.
And as I place myself in to the category of "the emotional fan" results to determine my mood up until the next game.

What did changed is the media attention and people who now know about City and know I have supported City for many many years, yet being anything but British.
Whenever we lose I don't read the media up until the next match we play. So that's easy. And it's these moments I aks myself why I don't stop reading this mediastuff perminently, because the media is as sick as UEFA or FIFA. But I'm weak.
What I can't escape is people asking me about City with questions like: What happened -or- How is this possible (after a defeat obviously)? As if I am Pellegrini ffs !! Most of them get the same answer: Ask me again after we win our next match. When I actually think: Oh just p-o !!
 
The way I look at it is the aguero goal was like the equivalent of completing a computer game.

You can start the game again (ie the next season) but your heart is not truly in it and sometimes it can be a bit dull.
 
still hate losing as much as i always have , but have learnt to cope with it a lot better.

i tend to focus on other things i enjoy to take my mind away from football, certainly for that evening.

and what helps is that these days its almost certainly a one off when it happens and invariably we are back to winning ways sooner rather than later

thankfully it looks like the dark and dismal days of the 80's and largly 90's(despite the odd highlight) are a thing of the past and we are able to look at each poor result when they come along more philosophically.
 
Mayor West said:
The way I look at it is the aguero goal was like the equivalent of completing a computer game.

You can start the game again (ie the next season) but your heart is not truly in it and sometimes it can be a bit dull.
Nice analogy.
 
I think my worst memory was watching us go down in 2001. I was only 11 and it felt like mine, my brothers and all our mate's hopes had been trodden into the playground tarmac by the few mouthy reds who went to our school (St. Mary's, Denton). Conversely, I don't think I felt such a symposium of exhilaration as I did the season after under Keegan, I have a very vivid, almost lurid, memory of being in a pub in Failsworth with my dad and our kid watching Huckerby score the hundredth goal (I think it was our hundredth: just because I remember my dad telling me afterwards) of the campaign and we battered Barnsley cricket score (i think) and sealing promotion! I never thought I'd feel as enraptured by anything like that ever again. Even at 12!

And then, of course, came Sergio's stoppage time screamer! How everything seemed to melt and fade away, like Dali's clocks. And there was nothing, no past, present or future. Just that one perfect moment suspended in its own, kind of, celestial, sublime, anachronistic plane of existence. Where nothing mattered, except that goal and the awesome waves of joy radiating from it. It didn't just represent a scoreline, did it? It wasn't just a premier league title or trophy. It elevated itself into the realms of concept. The concept of being a Manchester City fan. The agony bursting into ecstasy. Not just solipsistically speaking, either. It was the knowledge that we, as blues, were all feeling it together. Me, my mum, my dad, my brother. Your mum, your dad, your brother. My mates, your mates. You. Everyone.

Does that dull the blade when happenstance conspires to cut us? Does it make it easier to maintain the grace of nonchalance?

Does it bollocks.

Do I throw temporary temper tantrums when we don't win?

Of course.

Would I have it any other way?

Would I fuck.
 
It's loads worse for me when we've been beaten. Back in the day when it was expected you grew used to it and learnt to enjoy the day out regardless. Now we're challenging on all fronts every loss is a kick in the bollocks and puts me in a bad mood for a couple of days. Luckily they're few and far between and the good times far outweigh the bad.
 

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