Recently by Mozza B

Other commitments mean that I'll miss the last home match of the season against Watford. Therefore yesterday was my last game of the season having long since abandoned any plans to waste time and money travelling up to Middlesborough.

I now find myself in a position I haven't been in for the last twenty years. Having to make a decision on whether to renew my season ticket.

The League table tells us it has to be possible but for most City fans our gut instinct tells us otherwise.

The dismal way we finished last season is still a bitter memory for many but for me it feels different this time round. We look stronger. More of a team. More focused. More determined.

So can we reach the play offs? I think we can.

We should have seen this coming. As soon as I picked up Saturdays Telegraph and saw the words "Play Offs "being mentioned I guessed it was going to be a bad day.

I think we're all desperately hoping and praying that "this could be the season" and with a decent run of results of late it hasn't taken much for optimistic views of a top six finish to start being heard.

FOLLOWING on from our latest pitiful defeat against Reading I heard Chris Coleman bleating on once again about what a young team we had out as if somehow that gets him off the hook for our pathetic lack of progress.

He's right the youngsters introduced aren't to blame, they're clearly not ready yet and sadly both Coleman and Ray Ranson must shoulder the blame for our current predicament.

"COVENTRY CITY are hoping for their biggest gate of the season on Saturday" declared yesterdays Telegraph. I should hope they are. Put it like this, if it isn't, all of us, Chris Coleman, the team, Ray Ranson, SISU and the fans might as well give up.

THE SCENES OF EXCITEMENT following the late late equaliser against Middlesborough were great to see.

I think few of us at half time were expecting to leave the ground with such wide smiles.

That's football for you. Always expect the unexpected and all that.

Seemingly though one thing you can now expect at pretty much any game when the team is losing or even drawing on some occasions is for the players to be booed off at half time.

I CAME away from Tuesday's win against Sheffield United buoyed up. We were energetic, enterprising and aggressive, fully matching the Blades' physical challenge.

It was neither a victory nor level of performance that I was expecting and credit is due to the team for one of the best nights at the Ricoh for some time.

It was a performance that I knew we were capable of. The problem is that so too was what followed at Deepdale on Saturday.

NOT for the first time I came away from the Ricoh on Saturday feeling pretty despondent and downbeat.

It wasn't the worst performance ever, we hadn't actually lost, indeed the point we gained was a definite improvement on the tally gained from the past three visits from Bristol City.

The problem is I'm running out of patience. I've sat through the endless mediocrity on offer since we ended up in this awful division 8 years ago and frankly I'm struggling to see the bright future we all so desperately want to see.

I ARRIVED home late last night after witnessing another abject performance from the Sky Blues at Blackpool. Woeful in every sense, it was one of those days when I start to question why I bother.

I was badly in need of a lift by the time I arrived back and thankfully Chris Coleman was on hand via the back page of The Telegraph to provide the perfect pick-me-up.

I WONDERED how long it would take before the inevitable would happen. I knew it would come but wasn't expecting football's most predictable solution to a poor performance to be heard before August was through.

"Coleman's lost his way - he has to go" ranted the caller to the local BBC stations after the match phone in. It was almost as depressing to listen to as the 90 minutes that preceded it had been to watch.

City were dismal against Swansea, lacking any sign of a creative edge that might just result in a goal. I came away from the game, thoroughly downhearted particularly as this was the side I'd seen play so well only a week earlier against Barnsley.

It's clear to see that despite some promising signs that we've still got a long way to go before we look anything like promotion chasers and I'm as impatient as anyone that our time away from the big league, now clocked at eight years and counting, still doesn't look remotely like coming to an end.