An article by BlueWolfie
Two years before I was to see my very first day on this planet we call home, Manchester City won the old first division. One year before I had left the peaceful sanctity of my mother’s womb, City won the FA Cup, and a few months before I opened my eyes to see the midwife slap my ass, City won the European Cup Winner’s Cup.
But after those first tentative steps of mine into this big bright World, what has City accomplished? Not much.
Sure, they won what is now the Carling Cup in ’76, and a little before that in ’72, the Charity Shield with a solitary penalty against Villa. But umm… these aren’t really something to write home about are they?
And for those of you who wish to be pedantic, you can of course include our ‘triumphs’ in League 1 and 2, but that really would be stretching it a little, and you know it. So stop it, it’s not big and it’s not clever.
We (the ‘royal we’ and the ‘collective we’) have been waiting a very long time for City to actually do something that we can, as one, applaud, cheer and celebrate, as the other teams around us wallow in their own self-pity – and in all honesty, I do believe I am correct in my assumption when I say, the wait is getting just a tad tiresome.
There has been a many a thread and article on these very pages, that do hold out some hope however. We are beginning to see the formation of a frighteningly damn good side, and although no one is stupid enough to admit that we will become Champions of the Premiership next year, the thought has probably entered most minds if only for a split second.
However, returning back to my first paragraph, ever since I graced ‘these green and pleasant lands’, City have amounted to essentially diddly-squat, and although I am not saying that my beloved team’s woes are my fault, I will admit that until they do actually get somewhere, it will make me wonder if I somehow disturbed the natural order of things. Although, I am in no way taking on any responsibility for the likes of Lee Bradbury or David Oldfield. Forget it.
But maybe I’m just being paranoid, because after all, I swear I saw the mid-wife wearing a ‘I love George Best’ badge on her uniform.