Becoming the nearly men with Stalybridge. Last season i got to the Capital One Cup final, only to be beat by Chelsea. Get there again this season, only to be beat once again by Chelsea. Manage to also get to the FA Cup final, this time beat in the final by Arsenal.
So then there was the Premier League. It was mine up until the 83rd minute on the last day when Carlos Fierro hulked up and stuck a couple of goals past me in the space of a few minutes. That handed City the title and i finished 2nd. I'd led the league pretty much since early January then lose it with 7 cunting minutes left of the season.
My left back can fuck off and die, he was "relaxed, maybe too relaxed" going into the final match against Spurs, cunt played a 5.7 and was at fault for the goals.