The other week I wrote a piece about Loic Remy.
The point being that it is the likes of a Remy and their £75,000 a week wages that is always going to separate the likes of a Norwich from the top half of the English Premier League.
There will, inevitably, be exceptions to that rule.
But, by and large, if any team wants to score the number of goals required to improve on an 11th place finish in this division, they are going to have to get their hands dirty cash-wise.
These players cost. As do their agents. And their entourage. And there’s invariably baggage. They can be a handful – on and off the pitch. But they are the difference.
It prompted the odd exchange on Twitter – in particular people pointing out that Norwich ‘could have Sergio Aguerro up front’ and they wouldn’t score ‘through the lack of service’.
As if to prove the point, Messrs Elmander and Hooper barely got a sniff last night as they ploughed their lonely furrows. The bigger chances came for the Hoolahans and the Howsons and, of course, the Johnsons of this world.
But there was another point to last night’s proceedings that, to my mind, merely hammered home the original contention.
Luis Suárez doesn’t need service. Such is the level of his genius that he brings his own.
No-one needed to ‘serve’ him the chance to score goals No1, No3 and No4. They were all of his own doing.
Look at a Gareth Bale. He, like team-mate Ronaldo, carves his own chances from invariably inside his own half of the field.
Paul Scholes did it the other night; in a veterans match. Scored from inside his own half.
Yes, these are all exceptional players; way beyond Norwich’s reach.
But – for me – there is another tier of player that sits beyond a van Wolfswinkel and below a Suárez that the Canaries will need to move up to if they are to sustain their upward progress in the English Premier League.
Benteke at Villa is a decent example; Remy we have talked about before. Selfish, powerful, hungry, difficult… They are all this and more. But they are the difference – the difference between a season-long scrabble year in, year out falling in and out of the bottom five depending on the vagaries of the fixture computer and a relatively comfortable life dragging along the coat-tails of an Everton.
It poses huge questions of the board as the January transfer window looms.
Just how deep are their pockets; just how far are they prepared to back the incumbent whilst the jury would appear to be forever out on Hughton in certain quarters.
The smart move is probably a loan one.
Find yourself something young, hungry, powerful and lean out of Chelsea or Arsenal Reserves.
Though that policy – as has been proved on any number of occasions – is fraught with peril.
Too young a la Master Gibbs and they still look – and play – like a boy. Josh Murphy deserves to win his spurs first. And, besides, as a product of the system, he cares.
Which is more than the kid from Spurs appeared to. His name escapes me.
The other point – in a World Cup year – is to find a player desperate to get games and goals under his belt before the summer. At a high level.
Someone must fit that bill; a 22-year-old Nigerian languishing in the shadow of a Torres. Or a Rooney. Or whoever.
That’s where I would go.
Limit the exposure financially by six month deal; take the hit on weekly wages and the loan fee and the agent fee and the agent’s brother’s mates fee.
But do what it takes to get yourself a striker who makes his own chances.
All the top clubs have one.