The Man In The Stands It seems there's not a week that goes by without Mad Cowling making a Complete Jam Doughnut of himself.This time round, he's proving to be so stubborn he would rather cost the Ewes money than actually fill their aptly named Cuckoo Farm for the first time - and all so he can be spiteful towards us City fans.

The Man In The Stands

It seems there's not a week that goes by without Mad Cowling making a Complete Jam Doughnut of himself.

This time round, he's proving to be so stubborn he would rather cost the Ewes money than actually fill their aptly-named Cuckoo Farm for the first time - and all so he can be spiteful towards us City fans.

Maybe he'll add the money they'll loss out on in gate receipts to his Lambo compensation demands? It'd be one of his less spurious claims.

Honestly, The Man is on the verge of giving a toss about the tin pot club's progress. Still, at least we're taking the moral high ground, because Mad Cowling and the rest of his Ewes are rapidly losing the plot.

t Safe to say, after what happened at St Mary's on Tuesday, our name wasn't on the Tin Pot Trophy.

The Man can just about manage a smirk at the fact the first time Lambo names a strong side, we get robbed.

OK, so the equaliser was straight from the Bryan Hamilton school of defending - but even then, it felt like the whole occasion was destined to end in that sharp pain following City treats you to every so often.

The trophy was fun - all new things are - but you wouldn't want to do it again next season. No thanks.

As it is, with the whiny Saints, Franchise MK and dirty Leeds left in the competition, The Man is happy for us to leave it behind. It's all about getting out of the League One doldrums from here on in.

But I tell you what, it's no more nice club. Referees, the Football League, FA - Lambo, McGnarly and the rest are clearly loving riling as many people as they can - and The Man admits he's enjoying our new disregard for authority. We've grown some balls.

t It's not easy working out exactly why we are where we are, but Lee Clark definitely played his part.

We were lucky to have him at all according to Roedent at the time - Clark certainly thought so. He shipped out as soon as a decent gaffer's post came up and left City, and his mentor, completely up Suffolk Creek without a Portaloo.

Clark had the testicles to take on Udder's Field, Roedent lost his grip on things here and the subsequent decline proved terminal.

Now Clark will turn up at FCR on Saturday hoping to derail us again - which should be more than enough motivation for the Barclay and Snakepit to give him a friendly welcome back.

You can hardly blame Clark for seeing the writing on the wall and having a bit of ambition - and you'd love to know what he thinks of Roedent now.

He came, he went, he was soon forgotten - and he probably feels the same about us.

t It was always a matter of time - The Man hates Wolves, but appreciates their gesture.

Effectively, Mick McCarthy turfed out a reserve side at Old Trafford because he didn't think they had a chance of winning - despite being in the same league and all that.

Wolves spent millions last season to earn the Championship title - and then when they go up, they can't be bothered to compete.

If it happened here, The Man would be livid. In fact, it was surprising no Wolves fans took their ready made 'you've let us down again' banners to Manchester - a missed opportunity there guys.

It's been obvious for ages that money has skewed the game so badly since the 80s that the days of a team like us pushing for the title with a few weeks left are long gone, as is the Premier League's competitive edge. And it's nice of McCarthy to prove it.