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Anybody angry yet?
Don't want to say I told you so, but I told you so.
This column was roundly derided during pre-season for its criticism of the management's (and here I include everybody, right to the top) inability to strengthen from last season's position of dominance and push on for the 12/13 season. As the club signed a welter of no-hopers and failed to sign the people we really needed to build on the legacy we had begun to create, this column was a lone voice in the wilderness.
Furthermore, this column was derided for daring to criticise Mancin's (obviously sussed-out) tactics - the slowness of play, the lack of width, the defensive frailty - now all familiar mantras. But Bobby had delivered us the title - how dare I!!!???
Well, you reap what you sew.
This season is OVER. We might as well concede to the Rags now. Bet In Play, Blues, as it's the only way you will get anything back from this pathetic waste of our collective time.
I tried to kid you that Mancini was actually an Alien, so some of you might believe that something strange was going on. Well, with today's substitution of Lescott AT CENTRE FORWARD, the Italian has finally proved he has lost all his marbles. As the press in the 1990's might have put it, we are vegetables led by a turnip. Mancini is the new Graham Taylor. I even find myself, as yet another pedestrian pointless interpassing move breaks down, shoulting out loud 'CAN WE NOT KNOCK IT!!??' in the style of the hopeless former England manager.
Sergio, the scourge of defences last season, cannot hit a barn door with a banjo. Silva, always prone to prevarication, has turned it into an art form. The man needs to beat his opponent 12 times before he is satisfied. Vinny, a pale shadow of the colossus of last year, dives in, falls over and generally seems to lack the confidence in his own interventions he once had. Hart, always the narcissist, thinks he's so much better than he actually is - because some of his performances do merit the epithet 'world class.' Problem is, he believes his own publicity. Yaya is exasperating, a kind of water buffalo grazing in front ot the puerile defence, unable to influence the game - and so now prone to regular petulance at refereeing decisions and pitifiul attempts to shoot from distance. Kolarov is.. Maicon is... I could go on. Only Zaba, the legend and the man, flies the flag for honesty, endeavour and team spirit.
But it is a special kind of opprobrium I reserve for Garcia: surely the most gutless player ever to pull on a City shirt. It's been a while since I've seen a City player actively hide. Get rid of them, get rid of them all.
But we can't can we? At this point the CTID monsters and the FFP puritans will be united on one thing: we are stuck with this sack of shite for the foreseeable future - just like we were stuck with the screw ups Hughes bought. As they always ask me: what would you do, then?
What we need is someone who can manage these overpaid prima donnas. Someone who can instill some fear, discipline and belief into them so they become a team. Don't tell me this isn't true: Benitez is actively doing it at Chelsea, and the momentum is firmly with them ATM. Meanwhle, the Rags plough on, secure in the knowledge that Fergie is back to his intimidatory best, and all match officials will be falling over each other to hand every decision to them until the end of the season. His players believe in him, determined not to repeat the slip ups of last season.
For our players, as they collect their 200k and drive off in their Ferraris, Europe's gone; so too the Carling Cup. The FA Cup will be next and that will be that. CTID boys don't tell me we've only lost 2 etc - we are piss-poor every game and you know it. Do you think United fans would put up with this??
How are we going to prevent this pathetic debacle of a season descending into even further disappointment? Answer: a wholesale change of management.