As an older fan who remembers the glory days of the 60's and early 70's, my reasons for choosing City as a young lad were sound. We won trophies. I never imagined our day out at Wembley in 1976 would be the last time I would see City win anything meaningful. I was 18 on that wonderful day. I am now 52, and in those intervening years, I have had to slowly but steadily get used to fans of other clubs taking the piss. Yes, it is funny in a way, but it also hurts.
I admit I have sometimes gone home after yet another humiliating defeat, with the world laughing at us, and asked myself why I support the club?
We have been a laughing stock, and it has not been pleasant. We may laugh at ourselves, our wonderful underachievement, our black sense of humour, but we have always wanted to be better than that.
We now have the chance to be better. And we will be. Success is not guaranteed, but we now have a chance of winning something.
I am grateful we now have an owner that is taking a pragmatic and realistic view of how we progress over the coming years. He is putting his hand in his pocket to give little City, the spotty faced younger brother of the PL, the quiet boy that always stood in the kitchen at party's the muscle to go out there and strut their stuff.
And if the world wants to hate us for it, I honestly could'nt give a fig. I really could'nt. When we win something, I really hope our owner comes over to Manchester, we can share a cup of tea and a jammydodger and say 'thankyou'.
Liverpool, who are they?
Bring it on.
