This may sound a little odd...

I agree with D.Dave however last season I noticed but more importantly my wife noticed a change in me from Xmas onwards when the pressure of wanting to win the title got to me. I was getting more angry and wound up at games, not willing to forgive little errors in play.

This resulted in me being arrested at Arsenal away when mario was sent off. I ran down the aisles to shout abuse at the ref, bumped into one steward and when another grabbed me I pushed him away. I was convicted of 2 counts of common assault and it cost me over £900 in total for the 4 trip to London I had to do.

I learnt then i had to relax a little and work on my mindset. Not being used to winning and hen doing so has took time to adjust to for me.

Here's hoping I get the opportunity and we have not seen our title for another 44 years. Do not thin I will be here when I 86.
 
Didsbury Dave said:
Give over. Not for one fucking second do I miss supporting a shit football team. Watching turgid games in front of half empty stadiums. Trudging miles home gutted after allowing the hope to build up yet again. Knowing your season is over before the turkey's gone cold. Watching the brash show offs down the road winning everything.

Whilst there is enjoyment in the surprise victory when your team is no good, and you can claim to all around that there's honour in blind loyalty, lets just get one thing abundantly clear: it's a hundred times better sitting down to watch silva, aguero and kompany on a weekly basis. It's a hundred times better going to old Trafford without fear. It's a thousand times better going to wembley and lifting trophies.

I've given a lifetime to wanting the best for Manchester city and now we are here I don't forget that for a moment. I want us to get better and better and better.

Being shit is shit. Going home angry, or disillusioned, or desperate, week after week:Fuck that. I like winning, thanks.

Yet you want the manager that realised your dreams sacked?

How does that add up?
 
Didsbury Dave said:
Give over. Not for one fucking second do I miss supporting a shit football team. Watching turgid games in front of half empty stadiums. Trudging miles home gutted after allowing the hope to build up yet again. Knowing your season is over before the turkey's gone cold. Watching the brash show offs down the road winning everything.

Whilst there is enjoyment in the surprise victory when your team is no good, and you can claim to all around that there's honour in blind loyalty, lets just get one thing abundantly clear: it's a hundred times better sitting down to watch silva, aguero and kompany on a weekly basis. It's a hundred times better going to old Trafford without fear. It's a thousand times better going to wembley and lifting trophies.

I've given a lifetime to wanting the best for Manchester city and now we are here I don't forget that for a moment. I want us to get better and better and better.

Being shit is shit. Going home angry, or disillusioned, or desperate, week after week:Fuck that. I like winning, thanks.
I think we all do, but I'd say I was more fanatical in the dark days, I'm a funny fucker though, when I was a kid I would let the family go on Holliday past where I could get radio coverage of the match, northern France with my dad driving me to the top of the highest hill just about worked
 
no.

People just pine for yesteryear, when they were younger.

Time has clouded your judgement, the same as that when you remeber the summer holidays when you were a kid, you mostly remeber the sunny and enjoyable days, not the rains soaked boring ones where you sat in, did fuck all or had a shit day.

times a great healer, but it's also makes your memory very translucent.
 
Rascal said:
Didsbury Dave said:
Give over. Not for one fucking second do I miss supporting a shit football team. Watching turgid games in front of half empty stadiums. Trudging miles home gutted after allowing the hope to build up yet again. Knowing your season is over before the turkey's gone cold. Watching the brash show offs down the road winning everything.

Whilst there is enjoyment in the surprise victory when your team is no good, and you can claim to all around that there's honour in blind loyalty, lets just get one thing abundantly clear: it's a hundred times better sitting down to watch silva, aguero and kompany on a weekly basis. It's a hundred times better going to old Trafford without fear. It's a thousand times better going to wembley and lifting trophies.

I've given a lifetime to wanting the best for Manchester city and now we are here I don't forget that for a moment. I want us to get better and better and better.

Being shit is shit. Going home angry, or disillusioned, or desperate, week after week:Fuck that. I like winning, thanks.

Yet you want the manager that realised your dreams sacked?

How does that add up?

It the giddiness that comes with being at altitude - it starts to do funny things to the brain and you can't think straight ;-)
 
andy h said:
It the giddiness that comes with being at altitude - it starts to do funny things to the brain and you can't think straight ;-)

DD is approaching Mars i think ;)
 
Yea I much preferred turning up week in week out at the new stadium under Pearce,watching absolute shite football,very rarely seeing us win or score a goal.
Then there is the halcyon days of one relegation after another in the 80's & 90's at Maine road.
Oh and let's not forget the great trips to the likes of Halifax,Blackpool,Shrewsbury,Oldham,etc in the fa cup.
You need to seriously give your head a shake or go and support a team who still ticks all of the above,I on the other hand much prefer winning fa cups,PREMIERSHIPS,playing in the champions league & watching my team play in some of the best stadia in Europe !
We have come a long long way and no way do I want to go back from where we came.
 
Didsbury Dave said:
Give over. Not for one fucking second do I miss supporting a shit football team. Watching turgid games in front of half empty stadiums. Trudging miles home gutted after allowing the hope to build up yet again. Knowing your season is over before the turkey's gone cold. Watching the brash show offs down the road winning everything.

Whilst there is enjoyment in the surprise victory when your team is no good, and you can claim to all around that there's honour in blind loyalty, lets just get one thing abundantly clear: it's a hundred times better sitting down to watch silva, aguero and kompany on a weekly basis. It's a hundred times better going to old Trafford without fear. It's a thousand times better going to wembley and lifting trophies.

I've given a lifetime to wanting the best for Manchester city and now we are here I don't forget that for a moment. I want us to get better and better and better.

Being shit is shit. Going home angry, or disillusioned, or desperate, week after week:Fuck that. I like winning, thanks.
Amen!
 
MaineRoadBlue said:
I could always handle the disappointment, now it's the hope that destroys me!

Same. I'm a truly shit fan of a good football team. It's funny when you read people on here saying things like "Fucking hell good job you weren't about during the Pearce days you'd have topped yourself", well I was, and frankly I didn't find any of it even remotely as stressful as watching City these days. Knowing you have to get a result *every single fucking game* just does me in! That said, even Wembley 99 wasn't as good as AGUEERRROOOOOOO so for that I'll forever be thankful. And I imagine when we roll into some town and lift the Champions League we'll all be even happier. So swings and roundabouts I suppose.
 
No I don't miss us being shit one bit.

The day the world changed for me was when we beat the rags in the semi. I went in to the Greyhounder pessimistic and six ciders later I strode up to Wembley like the game was never in doubt
 

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