We should have signed a striker!
I have said this countless times. It was valid last season, it was valid even before we signed Nelson and it’s valid again now that he’s injured. Yet we couldn’t have foreseen this current predicament.
Before the transfer window slammed shut the injuries were predominantly affecting our defence, so the last of our dwindling money box was spent filling that vacuous hole from where the goals were leaking – just like my old Mini Metro in an April shower!
And that links me nicely into a regular situation I find myself in… I could be washing my upgraded, grown-up car or pondering over the bins (“is it blue or black?”) or merely home after from a hard day’s graft and he appears, stealth like.
Who am I talking about?
Let me introduce ‘the man with the dog’.
I’m not greeted with pleasantries or even a ‘hello’ but instead then same opening line every time;
“Well… did you go?”
And before I can answer he’s off again;
“We should have signed a striker…!”
Now I’m no happy clapper – although I consider myself a glass half-full kind of girl – but I can get frustrated with football being a Norwich fan just like the best of us. I’ve endured a fair few games, the likes of Craven Cottage and Villa Park immediately spring to mind, that have been sufficient to send even the most seasoned fan into emotional turmoil, with toys being thrown out of four-wheeled objects. I’ve also vowed never go to another game, vented my frustrations towards the board and tried to find solace at the bottom of a Sauvignon spritzer.
However it’s normally short lived and there you will find me at the next game, hope in my heart and fire in my belly, and it’s with this in mind I try to answer ‘the man with the dog’.
I mean how dare he criticise my beloved football club! He’s not sat there for hours, feeling the pain; he doesn’t even have a season ticket. (It’d okay.. I know he has as much right to have a viewpoint as I do).
I often wonder though… how ‘the man with the dog’ and people like him have never found themselves in managerial positions or even have a place on the Board of Directors? Personally I think we’ve missed a trick.
Yet, again, a week on and I find myself in familiar territory with his deft knack of appearing from nowhere, standing his ground, and then having a couple of pops.
He’s not going to be moved anytime soon and my monosyllabic replies just bounce off and my sharp intakes of air as I go back at him are quickly muscled flat. It’s clear he’s not going anywhere; he has my attention whether I like it or not he’s going to persist. I know it’s coming…
“So what does your mate at the club know?”
What? I have no mate! Yet he asks me every time. Every time!
But before I even reply he puffs out his chest and walks off, almost triumphantly. And I’m left steamrollered, defeated, hands in air, left pondering the next onslaught with ‘the man with the dog’.
I think Daniel should sign him up. He has all the attributes of our next Grant Holt.
Perhaps this is this what we’re lacking. An old-fashioned power-house up front. Not one with the theatrics of a lean athlete who can run all day and enthrall the sports scientists. I mean proper old school. Where’s the fun in singing ‘Who ate all the protein bars?” (I jest).
There aren’t many strikers, let alone players, left in the game who have that heavyweight look of the Sunday League player, who can bully and terrorise the opposition into submission. I miss these qualities and think they are suited to the Championship.
But we saw glimpses of that very same leadership, passion and fight on Saturday at home against Bristol city.
Tom Trybull may not be a centre-forward, but he possessed all of those qualities and more; winning and battling tirelessly for every ball. The championship is not a walk in the park or a stage, it’s a league where you have to earn a win and you have to show fight, grit and determination.
We need more players to encompass this. Farke has asked for a cauldron from the fans and equally we need warriors on the pitch. Give me a little more of that – playing hard and digging in – and it’ll be a fortress before you know it.
But with little money in the bank and the transfer market shut until January, fear not Norwich City, I may just have found our man. Okay, so his glass may be half-empty but I do believe I’ve found our next striker, if only we could stop him strolling across that park with that dog.