Seven goals, three penalties (forget the fourth as it only existed in referee Tim Robinson’s mind until it unfortunately became a reality). We lost, and a necessarily hungry Hull won.
Madders’ hat-trick added to his summer sale value, we’ve probably lost Moritz Leitner for the season and I expect very little from this squad between now and season’s end, which in itself will come as welcome relief to many of us I am sure. And we still can’t beat carp (the Liverpool loan boy Wilson apart), which is of particular frustration to me.
The way Wilson got past Ivo Pinto was special, although quite what my favourite Portugeezer was doing on the wrong side of the pitch remains lost to me.
That’s enough of that already so I’ll move on.
Gary referenced two interesting “topics” in his article yesterday and I’m choosing to address the Canaries’ Bond issue offer first.
Why not? If your heart is in the right place and you want to help our youngsters at Colney and maybe make a little profit for yourself, it sounds a great offer.
Which it may well prove to be.
But there is a potentially fatal flaw in these Bonds. Whatever the Club may tell you, these offers can very often have more holes in them than a colander.
They are not covered by the national financial laws that bale investments out by up to £70k per individual if it all goes Pete Tong. This Government legislation that dictates all our personal and business bank accounts are covered if the bank goes bust is not applicable in this instance.
The club, to their credit, have said anyone thinking of investing should seek independent financial advice first. Maybe rather far down the sheet in the PR spin but it is there.
My – probably useless – advice is to only invest what you can freely afford to lose. I have never contemplated withdrawing my season ticket academy donation but that’s a freely given financial donation, not a gamble.
My decision on the Bond issue is that I will not contribute because of the way so much money has been wasted by the Board in the past and I do not think anything will improve with them in situ, despite the best efforts of Steve Stone and Stuart Webber. You don’t chuck away a fiver and celebrate finding 50p.
Let’s all make up our own minds on this one and good luck to all of us in our decisions.
Onto the next topic from Gary’s article: social media.
What a week it’s been for something I consider somewhat akin to the Black Death (ask one Steve Downes at Archant who got crucified for offering his opinion on the issue of our local homeless).
It was a clumsy, elitist and upsetting piece of writing that I disliked intensely but I would never disparage his family over it like many of the Twitterati did. It was his opinion and as much as I disagree with it the level of abuse he received was ridiculous and unwarranted.
It now transpires our illustrious MFW editor has apparently very recently been vilified for his views and called some nasty things, taken it on the chin, packed up his kit and marched on with thick skin intact. (I think Baldy was justified too btw).
Now I’m not as hard as Gary. While I will use the Missus’ Facebook account to interact with any of our collection of kids when one of them is on the other side of the world, that’s it. Twitter? Stick it where the sun don’t. Neither of us use it.
We are so lucky here on MFW that we have live moderation. That may dictate that some comments take a while to appear, but we can all speak with each other without fear of abuse.
While I realise Twitter is an essential tool of modern journalism I will balance that by saying thank Lordy I am retired and do not need it.
If I want abuse I can half-listen to the Missus (she would say the same about me) and if I want quality banter I can go to the pub.
To me Twitter is an on-line version of herpes – I’ve never had it and I don’t want it.
Finally let’s all please remember we are Norwich, not West Ham. We do not throw coins at our Directors (whatever some of us might think of them), do not invade the pitch* and do not divert frightened kids into the opposition dugout. Fantastic gesture from Sean Dyche and his Burnley colleagues in facilitating that).
We are so much better than that and we will surely always remain thus.
*The half-hearted invader idiot from Forest was hardly “one of our own”.