I wonder if anyone else is feeling like this?
Over the last few days, I've realised that I've relaxed. A deep and much needed psychological relaxation. I mean by that that for years, certainly since Pep's arrival eight years ago, but really, probably going right back to Roberto, I've been kind of braced. Every season, expecting City to be in the title fight, every season, hoping that City will go through to the semi-finals or finals of the Champions League, wondering how far we'll get, round after round, in the two domestic cups, weighing up all the odds, every single match has been a source of anxiety. Even angst. Every single match has felt like a must win. Every goal conceded during a match has felt like a punch to the solar plexus. Now that I know we're not winning the PL, we're not winning the CL, we might get top four (we'll see), we might win the F.A. Cup, well, I'm taking a well-earned rest from this existential anxiety. Let the dipper supporters feel it — it seems to make them psychotic anyway. Let the Arse fans feel it for a bit. Let them feel the terrible burden of hope.
I'm taking a break…
Now don't get me wrong. I hate, not just these endless defeats, but the boring way we're being defeated. And if I wasn't absolutely, rock-solid, convinced that this will pass — maybe not in the next match against Everton, maybe not in the next month, maybe not this season — I'd feel very differently.