I used to drink in, and briefly worked in, one of the best-known pubs in Broadland. As you entered the establishment the first thing you saw on the wall was a massive, framed illustration of two early Victorian railway engineers staring up at a broken aqueduct with the equivalent of Puffing Billy falling through the shattered track into the river below from a great height.
The caption underneath the image simply read: Oh Sh*t.
Now I’m not sure I’ve got the next part of this article spot on in terms of detail as I don’t do the Twitter stuff that most of our readers indulge in, but I believe I heard an excerpt of an interview with our very own Stuart Webber on Radio Norfolk that basically suggested those who found the 0-0 against Bolton boring should go and watch another team. Great stuff from a respectfully quiet fan of dirty Leeds, as I understand him to be.
The interview was apparently recorded before we capitulated 4-1 to Holloway’s QPR. I heard it at around 1745. Or at least I think I did as the state of post-result shock was still rattling around the old skull cavity.
I still have patience Stuart, but one Canary Caller (Rob Butler was at his most polite and allowed all the contributors to speak) suggested that eight games is all Daniel Farke should have next season. A bit like when David Bowie told us we’ve got Five Years, but I’m now struggling with the concept of whose vision was more realistic.
I did not expect that 4-1 reverse, I really didn’t. Local radio is not my favourite medium for following a match, although I realise those guys do their best. Listening was painful, so very painful.
We have 52 points on April 3. Enough to guarantee safety (in the Championship) this time around. But I’m already fearful for next season, as were quite a few Canary Callers. That’s a frightening concept whatever your standpoint.
My broken record time again: subtract Angus, Harry Reed, Alex Tettey Moritz Leitner, Nelson, Wes and a rapidly and understandably running-out-of-gas James Maddison and where are we?
We might get a Grant Hanley or a Christoph Zimmermann. We might get a Marcel Franke, Dennis Srbeny or a few more kids from non-league that will never, ever appear in the first team. They all seem to fade away as in Power, Abrahams, Fonkeu and the new guy from Dagenham & Redbridge. Fade away is unkind. They have never featured. And before anyone gets on my back to berate me for failing to mention they are all under-23 signings that is by definition a pit it appears impossible to escape from. Nobody but nobody emerges from there.
That is no way to recruit for a promotion push. Sorry, Mr Webber but it simply isn’t.
The post-Hogarthian image on the wall of the Salhouse Lodge was there to make a point: the Victorian investors who drove the expansion of the railways did it to make themselves money. Their engineers often stuffed up and didn’t care how many human lives were lost in the building process. Think about the origin of the word navvy and you won’t be far away. Canals and train tracks often ran in tandem.
The caption “Oh sh*t” I believe was the work of landlord Tommy or his successor Andy.
Whichever of them it was, they had the right idea.