However much some of us pretend to take a reasonable and mature view of games, talking to other fans reminds us that we are utterly and magnificently biased. When we get ‘the rub of the green’, we raise a mild eyebrow and move on. When it goes against us, we’re scandalised.
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Football has changed its image, largely for the better but, in some instances, for the worse. Whether we liked it or not, football suddenly became sanitised. Pre-match entertainment consisted of pre-determined musical play lists.
Who else in this league could afford to have the likes of Gary Hooper and Nathan Redmond on the bench? I would say none. Even among the ‘regular’ subs, Declan Rudd is another promising England youth international and Carlos Cuellar has years of top flight experience.
David McNally’s sojourn to South Lanarkshire was derided by many at the time. “Neil who?” But the only folk smiling now are those clad in yellow and green. It was a simply inspired appointment, one that looks better with every passing win and one for which the CEO should be lauded.
“When he went up, I didn’t think he would actually be able to score because of the lack of pace on the ball but he generates so much power and the direction on it was fantastic.”
While we won’t scoff at a favour here and a leg up there, we are no longer in the realms of purely relying on others to drop points. And given where we were at Christmas, to be in charge of our own destiny is one mighty achievement.
In the same way that substance triumphs over style as the season nears its climax, so too does the need to forensically dissect every performance. The manager, as ever, wrapped it up in a nutshell: “We’re going to have to win ugly and do whatever it takes to go home with the points.”
“Sometimes you have to mix it up and win ugly. Do whatever it takes really to get the three points. And in terms of the effort and the determination of the players, I thought we deserved to win the game. I thought we were the better side.”
Hughton is the past as far as Norwich City is concerned. I hope he’s not ridiculed tomorrow but, equally, I see real no reason for warm applause. I suggest every last breath being saved to roar on Alex Neil’s Canaries.