Date: 1st February 2009 at 6:09pm
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Manchester City fans had to endure watching our team lose another away game yesterday, but why? We huffed and puffed but we still came away with nothing.

In front of the Sky TV cameras, Hughes came out of the dressing room and spouted out excuse after excuse. Nothing new there I hear you say, he’s had plenty of practice this season, nevertheless something has to give.

Many Blues, including yours truly are beginning to feel fed. The season started off with so much hope and promise but now I feel as sick as parrot.

In all honesty, and by my very nature, my skin is as thick as boot leather. Others might call it being thick skinned, but even my patience is beginning to run thin.

I refuse to get on any bandwagon and join the minority who want Hughes out however, Garry Cook and the Abu Dhabi consortium will not, and do not suffer fools gladly. The players have to perform under the guidance of the coach and the coach answers to the board. But what about the long suffering City fans?

The old adage and phrase – ‘sticks and stones will break my bones but words will not hurt me’ rings true. Since when did a word ever hurt anyone; however, there are one or two supporters out there who are secretly gathering ammunition.

Many fans to go games for escapism, and into today’s financial climate the last thing we want to see is over-paid and over-priced players performing like ballerinas.

The majority of them receive weekly salaries more than most of us so called ‘Jo-Bloggs’ earn in a year. We insist, no, we demand better, otherwise the ammunition I mentioned earlier might just turn into sticks and stones.

Is this a team destined for a relegation battle? Who knows, perhaps I should ask my feathered friend perched in its cage next to my TV. His name is Percy Parrot and yesterday I heard him chirp, ‘you don’t know what ya doing.’ I wonder who Percy was referring to?