It is fitting that my first post should be about an end. The reign of Mark Hughes at Manchester City is as dead as I am and has a similar, festering odour.
Within the circles I float in, the news came as no surprise. Millions upon millions of pounds spent on players of the calibre of Lescott and Toure coupled with more drawing going on than an episode of Art Attack, it was only a matter of time. The utter surrender of Man City at Spurs was more haunting than anything I have seen recently and some of our boys would have been pleased with the vanishing act that Robinho managed.
Still, Mark Hughes is a talented manager and I am sure he will be able to resurrect his career at a more suitable mid-table club. As for Mancini, I am going to stick my neck out and predict a sixth place finish with a Carling Cup semi defeat. Not that it will matter much if I am wrong. Here is a little known fact about Manchester City to end this entry on: Casanova is a huge City fan, but I recently heard him say that they don’t have enough penetration for his liking.
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