Did the under-shirt annoy you? It slightly annoyed me. It's bad enough to have to watch Carlos Tevez score against you, on the break, from his  side's only real attack, without also enduring the sight of him
unpeeling his top to reveal his latest hidden and heartfelt message, instantly dedicating your misfortune and suffering to the folks back home.

1-0 City, and happy birthday Carlos's mum. He really is the prince of this business, isn't he? Messages written on vests and shin-pads and any other useful surface. The man's a human fridge. One  day, before too long, he will whip up his shirt to reveal the legend, 'Will get some milk on the way home.'

Still, the irritation was sizeably diminished, a few hours later, by the Arsenal score - and pretty much eliminated the following afternoon, by United's. Something of the frustration remains, of course, because  that looked like an impressively dogged but ultimately beatable City side. It's our duty, though, not too be overly gloomy, in the circumstances, even while people are sentimentally showing us their
vests.

Last year, after all, we lost to City, not once, but twice, and things still didn't work out too badly in the end.