Let's face it, English top-flight football, these days, isn't what it used to be. It's football, Jim - but not as we know it.
Nowadays, it is all about enteratainment - the show, the soap opera, the aggressive marketing. When Polynesia, Burma and Hong Kong are considered more important than Portsmouth, Burnley and Huddersfield to the survival of the game in it's birthplace, you know the goalposts have been moved. You could argue that the whole thing has become a pastiche of itself; a pantomime, if you like.
Well, every pantomime needs a villian.
Previously, it was a role filled by Chelsea and before that, Blackburn (even Leeds played the part for a while). Right now, it's us.
Suits me fine. I'd sooner be the villian of the piece than go back to being the comic relief... or the back end of the cow.
So, let the great unwashed boo and hiss those nasty-wasty boys from City, as much as they want. What's really eating them is that without us there is no show.