It's not that I'm bored with footy. Far from it. I'm just more than a little ashamed of the way that my team has come to be the ultimate symbol (with the exception perhaps of QPR) of all that's wrong with the modern game. The plaything of some 'fit and proper' person, splashing out ludicrous sums of money for players, establishing some sort of global brand, and... Then what? What relationship does any of this guff bear to the reality of life? And why does Carlo Ancelotti insist on wearing jumpers over his shirt & tie combo? I thought he was Italian, and therefore not meant to make fashion gaffes?
On top of that, even Striker is over now, with the Warriors in administration, and the strip replaced by a few irritating web virals. Is that really the best the Currant Bun can do? I ask you.
Anyway, what can I say about City at the moment? Lescott, Bridge, Richards... the defensive line-up still doesn't fill one with confidence, despite the undoubted ability of the team to bang in the goals. Witness shooting ourselves in the foot against Fulham, and not being able to finish off sodding Wigan. We have also not really looked that creative, with few passages of really good play. Wright-Philips is in a form dip (again) and I've said it before, but Tevez (except against teams like Scunthorpe - no offence) is full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. I am happy that old Abs is back though.
If we don't give the Brummies a good whacking this afternoon, I shall want to know why. Should be followed by a routine thrashing of Burnley, a trip to the wobbly Scousers (who will no doubt beat us) and it's Arsenal kids in the Spurs Cup. Let's see how we get on against those callow youths. If I can retain interest that long, that is.