If, I’m honest, we’re struggling to accept that everything about the club has changed, and not just the bits that make us feel better.
In the bad old days, I never gave up, on the chance of winning a major trophy. However, I always believed that we’d do it, in a sneaky Millwall, Cardiff, or Southampton sort of manner, reaching Wembley by avoiding all the decent teams, and then somehow hanging on desperately against Arsenal or Chelsea, before a painfully emotional penalty shootout victory.
Of course, in those dreary days, we yearned for a Moyes, an Allardyce, or even a Curbishley, just to make City, as good as they could possibly be. In short, we were crap, but we came from Manchester, and the footballing world respected us.
Of course, it’s easier to be respected when you’re crap ,and maybe that's the point.
We’ve won a few trophies, we’ve had our Aguero moment, and now we find ourselves in the Last 16 of a tournament, which to be brutally frank, most of us despised for almost two decades.
We’re even averaging over 50,000. but are we happier?
Wembley for the 8th time in five years, and we’re moaning about the prices?
3rd, 1st, 2nd, 1st, 2nd, and fuck me, we might finish 5th?
It’s all gone very strange, and I’m as guilty as anyone.
