Seemingly the fat cats at Manchester City awoke this morning and a moment of clarity dawned on them. They have too many players.

Muffled voices were reportedly heard from behind the doors of executive offices at Eastlands this morning “we need to sell, not buy, we’ve got to many players” they could have said, as they struggled to open the door wedged shut by an excess of money.

So far City have been happy to embrace the opportunity to add to their bulging squad and wage bill, by signing Yaya Toure, Jerome Boateng, David Silva and Alexsander Kolarov.

After England’s disappointing exit from the World Cup thanks to a thrashing at the hands of Germany the investigation began as to why a supposed golden generation of players could perform so poorly and what this meant for the future of the English game.

With an ageing squad that averaged 28.5 years, there were concerns for the future, as many of the star-studded squad would be not be making the trip in four years time to the World Cup in Brazil.

Usually after England exit from a major tournament the FA will step forward proposing a grand plan to secure England’s place at the top of the tree for all future competitions, but rarely has the country’s governing body delivered on their promises.

So there it is – as the images show, I’ve failed as a Mystic Meg like pundit, however I feel no sense of remorse for my ability as a football fan, in fact quite the opposite.

If I had been right, or even if any of friends had been on the money, it would have been a dull and predictable affair similar to a Michael Bay film, but without the delights of Megan Fox in cut-off jeans.

Instead we were once again treated to a season of twists and turns the like of which keep us coming back every week.

It’s been the same way for years. At the end of the season the trophies and accolades are handed out to the winners, but what about everyone else who contributed to the previous nine months? What about the important goals, pivotal misses and failures that made the season what it was?

So here it is, the recognition that the also-rans deserve and also the recognition of some people don’t want to be acknowledged. It’s the 2009/10 season in awards.

Yesterday I wrote an article and it wasn’t well received. In fact it went down like a lead balloon.

An unprecedented amount of contempt was shown for the piece, so I now feel the need to express my thoughts with perhaps a greater deal of clarity and without the aid of a forced scenario.

Despite the show of derision though I still stand by the idea I was trying to project, which was that Villa have badly bruised their chances of a European place in an emphatic and embarrassing fashion.

Seven large explosions were reported yesterday in the Aston area of Birmingham, in what initial reports suggest is Villa’s season imploding in dramatic fashion.

The incident occurred between approximately between three and five yesterday afternoon and witnesses have angrily said that the Villa side contributed to their own downfall.

No one is reported to have been hurt in the incident, but it is thought that Villa’s hopes of clinching the fourth Big Cup spot have suffered an almighty and embarrassing blow.

Having lost at Wigan on Monday night, Liverpool have confirmed beyond a doubt that at best this has been a troubling season for them and in particular Rafa Benitez, whose position has come under increased scrutiny as a result of his sides poor form.

An early exit from the European Big Cup and a total of nine league defeats this season has left Liverpool adrift of the leading pack, having played three more games than rivals Villa, which has piled the pressure on the Gaffa.

In many similar circumstances to this where a manager has underperformed at a club with grand expectations, he’s been shown the door in the hope of saving the season or at least some local pride, but will Rafa suffer the same fate?

It has today been announced that Wolves have been fined £25,000 for fielding a weakened team against Manchester United in December, a ruling that leaves me feeling unsure of which side of the football fence I sit on.

Initially I was outraged that a club fighting for Premiership survival should be picked upon for their decision to rest players, with the intention of having a fresh and fit starting XI for an important upcoming fixture.

A statement from the Premier League helped to clarify my feelings momentarily, before realising that this ruling had opened a massive can of worms.

Thankfully no one has had to endure watching Tim Wonnacott during this transfer window, but teams have ended their bargain hunting, with varying success. Manchester City will draw interested if sceptical gazes from Wonnacott as he surveys their expensive trolley full, but will they be successful when it all goes to auction though?

Overall spending of £450m in this transfer window is down ten per cent on last years record total and would have been even lower had City not shelled out a whopping £120m to keep the money in the Premier League flowing.

The notable departures of Cristiano Ronaldo and Xabi Alonso to Real Madrid for a total of £120m have added to the bulging transfer kitty’s of their teams, even though Liverpool and United might be poorer without them. Despite the exaggerated and bloated fees some players commanded, there were still bargains to be had, with Niko Kranjcar’s switch from Portsmouth to Spurs for a reported £2m the pick of the bunch in my opinion.

The excitement of football is one of the many things that lures me in to its clutches and keeps me coming back to it every weekend, for better or worse.

Without the benefit of a ticket to the match or plushness of a full satellite TV sports package, I rely heavily on the BBC’s coverage, with most of my attention focused on Saturday nights Match of the Day.

Whilst the program is excellent and has me transfixed to the goggle box for the duration, its late screening means that I’m often forced by curiosity to watch the scores come in on the vide-printer come 4:45 and this somewhat takes the excitement and anticipation out of my nights viewing.

Like a kid at Christmas, the waiting has been unbearable. The restless nights and the days filled with anticipation, before the moment finally arrives and you have the presents in your hands. Similarly, after waiting and waiting the Premier League finally got under way on Saturday and the days worth of football didn’t disappoint, with the possible exception of my team Aston Villa, who due to confusion surrounding the kick-off time failed to turn up and instead submitted eleven Madame Tussauds waxworks in the starting line-up.

By the time the whistle blew for kick-off around the country I was a mixing bowl of emotions, which included, excitement, anticipation and also relief that a summer of sports filled with beige woollen jumpers and breaks for tea was finally over.

Expecting fireworks from the opening days events, I was not disappointed. I was treated to a host of spectacular goals and shock results with Arsenal’s 6-1 drubbing of Everton being a particular highlight and kindly dominated back pages, forcing Villa’s 2-0 home defeat at the hands of Wigan away from further humiliation at the hands of the press.