Whisper it as quietly or as loudly as you like, the wind of change is a blowin’. Gently for now, but discernibly nonetheless.
Some may call him Neil, others (like me) might refer to him as Colin (one half of a well-known anagram), but we did a job on Mr Warnock and his hoofers. One that has potentially lit a fire at just the right time – the business end of the season.
For once I followed Saturday’s match on Radio Norfolk. I originally switched on because I was in the car and wanted to hear if one or both of the Dutch lads had been selected but from there Mark Walton kind of drew me in. And kept me there.
The subsequent Canary Call eulogies were well merited – he and Chris Goreham were superb. Not just because we won, rather more that they were excellent in the way they did their jobs. The closest I’ve ever felt to being at a game from a commentary, anyway.
I had completely forgotten that Mark Walton played in that FA Cup semi-final against Sunderland at Hillsborough when Gunny was injured, even though I was there at the time. Shame on me.
As a backdrop, I also had Michael Bailey’s live internet coverage up and learned something interesting from that too.
Michael was asked about Jez Moxey’s exit: ‘Any more news or thoughts on Moxey exit – pushed, resigned, sacked or?’
He replied: ‘Pushed. Pretty hard.’
There is a feel-good factor surrounding the departure of Jez Moxey. Most of the comments on social media and elsewhere point straight at it – his demise is not largely lamented. And if indeed he was “pushed pretty hard”, could it just be that somebody, somewhere on the Board is starting to take note of the groundswell of plebeian opinion?
So, maybe it is all coming together at the right time. Mitchell Dijks seemed excellent on his debut and the over-riding sense of everything was that the players are at last – to a man – busting the proverbial gut in terms of running through brick walls for our recently-beleagured manager.
Anyone who has ever kicked a ball towards goalposts with real nets on and a referee can imagine the catalogue of fatigue, bumps and bruises and annoying strains facing the physio team at Colney on Monday morning.
There is no respite: Wigan follow tomorrow evening and they have several fresh players and the benefit of 24 hours extra recovery from their fruitless Friday night exertions against Sheffield Wednesday.
Obviously this is where the squad must play its part. And there will be no accusations of tinkering towards Alex Neil if he freshens it up from me.
He will know who is physically armed and ready and who isn’t. Just this once – and I mean just this once – if Mitchell Dijks, for instance, can’t make 90 minutes I will understand. It might have to be Steven Whittaker at left-back. Like the personnel or lump ’em, it’s what we have a squad for.
There is no real point in berating Alex Tettey for attracting the inevitable final yellow either. It’s the way he plays, bless him, and we have Ben Godfrey and Youssouf Mulumbu. One to play (hopefully Godfrey for me, give the lad his chance) and the other on the bench.
Because the next two games are crucial (I know… they all are from hereon in). Four or, even better, six points from these and we are truly back in the mix, hopefully to stay. There will be teams currently above us who will be very wary of a resurgent Norwich.
This is surely the best many of us have felt in many a moon. And that is just as well, because from now until the end of the season it is a case of the status quo.
No changes in the boardroom. No changes in management. No changes in playing personnel. And the appointment of a new CEO shouldn’t affect our prospects between now and the end of the season anyway.
(For what it’s worth I’m firmly in the give the CEO job to Steve Stone and get a Director of Football, even if it is Roy Hodgson, camp).
There is nothing left to legitimately moan about – at least until the end of the season. We have what we have and we must hope it is enough for a decent tilt at the play-offs.
Most of us are always behind the team anyway. We need to stay there and hope that the wind of change blows us some good results and, indeed, good fortune.
Starting in the bleak extremes of the North West tomorrow.