That feeling of your heart almost beating out of your chest and such immense pride it’s hard to get your words in the right order.
And don’t tell me I was alone (although I do struggle more than most with the words bit).
Okay, so a bit OTT maybe, Newcastle were ordinary to say the least, but it felt like one of those afternoons that won’t just be lost in the mists of time, but will instead linger.
Premier League wins are precious and hard to come by when you’re Norwich City, and not since the Mike Walker era have City won an opening home game on the top division, but this was in masterclass territory.
From minute one, when Mo Leitner had his first few silky, languid touches to minute 94, with Grant Hanley struggling with the cramp affliction that had earlier struck Jamal Lewis, it was a display of total dominance – Farkeball at its absolute finest.
I hear and understand the ‘but let’s not get carried away, it was only Newcastle’ … but sod that. It was Newcastle – who get 50,000 through the gate every week, who have just spunked £40 million on a shiny new Brazilian striker (who’ll still be in Ben Godfrey’s pocket, when he turns them out this morning) and who are part of the PL establishment.
Yet this was the best performance of the Farke era – one that felt like a culmination of two seasons of honing and refining and tweaking, which just happened to take in a Championship title along the way.
From one to eleven, not forgetting the nice cameos from Super Mario, Alex Tettey and Sam Byram, no-one looked remotely out of place or out of their depth, and there was not a hint of the deference that most outside the Canary Nation seem to expect from us.
There was even a swagger about the way that ball was knocked around, with impunity at times, and instead of it being a stage to be feared – as we’ve seen from Norwich sides of the past – this was one where the stage was grabbed by the b0ll0cks and made to sing to City’s tune.
Mo was imperious, quarterback extraordinaire, with Tom Trybull doing Tom Trybull things next to him, snapping into tackles, dominant, confident and ‘never giving the ball away’.
And the three in front of them – Marco Stiepermann, Emi Buendia and Todd Cantwell – did to Newcastle what they have done, with help from Onel and others, to Championship defences over the course of last season. They rotated, passed and moved, and in spells mesmerised.
Behind Mo and Tom, the back-four reduced the Toon to two first-half chances and that late consolation for Jonjo Shelvey, with Joelinton and Almirón both unable to make any impression against the power of Ben Godfrey and Grant Hanley; the latter, after an early error, exorcising the ghost of Anfield with some style.
There are few superlatives left to describe the performances of our two young full-backs, suffice to say we really need to soak up every single second of brilliance this season before the top six start forming an orderly queue next May. We’re blessed to have them as we are to have a coach who spotted, unleashed and then nurtured the potential.
The superlatives have also been exhausted for the best free transfer in the history of football. So, Mark bloody Lawrenson may not give us an earthly and has already dismissed Teemu Pukki’s chances of even making double figures this season, but he forgot to tell the Finn.
Talk about hitting the ground running.
Like Mo, Pukki looks like one who’s even more at home in the rarefied air of the Premier League than he was in the second tier – his clever movement and timing of runs affording him the same joy he enjoyed last season, this time around against better players.
‘I don’t think he will get 10 league goals this season‘. Oh, do pi$$ off.
And on the subject of terrible punditry, while I’m not unhappy about Danny Murphy honing in on Pukki’s excellence, it was quite something to ignore our all-round excellence and wash it away with the old “they’ll surprise a few”. Who’d have thought we could win 3-1, be second on MotD and still stay under the radar.
Not that I’m complaining.
It’s odd though that we should attract kinder words from Gary Neville in the wake of a 4-1 defeat than we did from Messrs Shearer and Murphy after a 3-1 win. But hey…
So, a good one, a really good one, and to see the old place as vibrant, buoyant and celebratory as that was something to behold when most thought last season’s atmosphere couldn’t be bettered.
But it was.
Premier League goals and wins are special and as the noise reverberated around Carrow Road, it felt it, with many claiming they had witnessed one of City’s best-ever Premier League performances.
We really do have to ignore the noise because this is a bloody good team. And who gives a stuff if we’re the only ones who recognise it.
Bring on Chelsea.