I'm just a Fan of the Invisible Man...

Well, I feel I should be far more upset than I am. Maybe I'm getting old, who knows(!); maybe I'm just softening a little.
Another day at the soap opera that is my beloved Manchester City, and another soap opera like saga to keep us on the edge of our seats!
We went into the match on the back of the new that our inspirational skipper(!) had withdrawn his transfer request and agreed that he really did want to stay after all. Add to this the fact that if we win tonight we leap frog United and Arsenal to the top spot. The first time we've been top at Christmas since 1929 or something.
Who are we playing? Everton. A team that haven't won in 7 games. Easy really.
But this is City, and we're 2-0 down after 15 minutes. As ever we're seemingly playing the 11 men of Everton plus the referee. Even after they have a man sent off on the hour mark we cannot get the goals we need and it finishes 2-1 to the visitors.
I'm disappointed, and a little annoyed (at the two comical goals we gave away as much as the referee!) but having had 60% of the posses ion, and 25 shots on goal (to Evertons 3) I'm not sure what more we could have done against a side as well organised as Everton.
It was something Adam said along side me that calmed me down and now in hindsight is my overriding feeling of the night.
"It's just like the old days at Maine Road this..."
Basically, that would mean city being a bit crap, but really giving it there all. Us all hoping we're going to win the league but knowing really, for now, we're not quite ready. It was enjoying a good game of football.
It's something I am prone to saying, although something I often forget.
It's only a game.
Don't get me wrong, after my wife and two beautiful sons, Manchester City are the most important aspect of my life (some would say on a par with my family...) but that doesn't, and shouldn't detract from the statement, "It's only a game".
If we could go out, buy the best players, give them the most money teach them the best way to play, and instantly win everything it would be good but...I think I'd miss the journey.
Don't get me wrong, that's where I want to be, but I want to get there slowly, and enjoy the journey. I want nights like tonight when you feel deflated, but there's always next Saturday, always the next game.
I've gone from the old first division to the second, back again, down to the 3rd tier and now to the brink of the champions league, sometimes its worth stopping, pinching yourself and reminding myself with some disbelief that "We are not really here..."
Bring on the next game!
(And to add insult to injury I got pulled over by the Police on the way home!)

I think the Gypsy Curse has followed us...

It really is true that every silver lining has a cloud and never is that more true than with my beloved Manchester City.

We win convincingly away from home for the fifth time this season. The team is beginning to gel. We manage three goals without our top scorer who is suspended. We go joint top of the table on points with Arsenal - above United for the first time I can remember...

And then the same Talismanic top scorer (who I should probably mention is also the captain - announces he wants to leave!

The club says no, and calls him greedy, and led by his agent - He throws his toys well and truly out the pram saying he has fallen out with someone and in no way can he play again for the club.

He then points out that the fans are great, the manager is great, the owner is great... so who exactly has he fallen out with?

The mind boggles, and I'm afraid I have very little sympathy for the man who last week said he definitely wanted to stay...