Thankfully I had left the ground and did not witness anyone “clapping” City off.
Manchester flippin’ City ffs.
They were a Third Division side round about the turn of t’ century.
A chorus of boos directed at our own rotten, shambolic, once proud and ambitious institution would have been much more appropriate.
Sadly our spirit has been broken......no one can be bothered no moah.
If ever a first half performance warranted a cacophony of abuse it was yesterday.....yet there was barely a peep from inside the ground as those fraudsters trudged off to have a half time chat with their fat manager.
We are witnessing the slow, but now accelerating, death of EFC as we have known and loved it.
We are living in an era were the term “expected loss” has entered the lexicon and no effort is made to try and win certain matches.
Seems to me it is only a matter of time until the inevitable happens.....and we find ourselves in the Championship.
There was a very perspicacious article in the old When Skies Are Grey fanzine in the early 90s, just as the ennui which has now become a fast growing cancer was setting into our beloved club.
It took its title from this popular song of the era.
It has finally come to pass and we really are........
There may come a day when I will clap Real Madrid or Barcelona off’ve the pitch after they have just outclassed us.
But I will be darned if I ever clap Manchester City on a day when our miserable collection of miserable misfits stepped aside and made them look a whole heck of a lot better than what they actually are.