Cometh the hour, cometh the man.
Step forward the great yellow and green hope as in Adam Idah, who scored the coolest hat-trick you’ll ever see. And on a first NCFC start to boot. The stuff of dreams for him and the source of hope for the rest of us.
Our youngest hat-trick merchant of all time.
And our dear old friend Mick Mac is proffering a first international cap for the lad, according to a BT Sport interview with Jake Humphrey.
Idah’s first goal was a thing of beauty courtesy of a wonderful through ball from a Stieperdude who seemed so much happier against a typical championship defence. He’s not slow over ten yards, is he? He got the match ball due to a penalty he converted after being brought down by the “unfortunate” Preston keeper, Connor Ripley. Idah put the pen away with aplomb – with his right foot.
Then there was the small matter, in between, of the cool finish when he picked up a hashed clearance from the “unfortunate” Ripley and calmly chipped into the empty net – with his left foot. Significant, is that.
Several people have pointed out that Adam Idah is reminiscent of Teemu Pukki in the way he makes his intelligent runs and has that essentially cool attitude when he gets sight of goal. But he’s ten years younger than Teemu, significantly over six feet tall and, dare I say it, is one of our own. The world is his lobster, Rodney.
Onel Hernandez also benefitted from the poor display of the “unfortunate” Ripley as the Football Gods were benevolent towards us. Quite possibly due to the fact that VAR was banished for the day. At least Martin Atkinson and his assistants were allowed to referee in the traditional way. Good.
An obviously satisfied Daniel Farke joked afterwards that he might just send Pukki out on loan instead of Idah. Something tells me neither are going anywhere soon.
And for the first time in something like seven years, I’ll be watching the FA Cup Fourth Draw tonight. With some degree of anticipation too it must be said. Will we win it? No. Am I glad we’re in tonight’s draw? You bet I am.
That, as Gary said yesterday, was a very uplifting performance – and I am delighted with it. There’s something to truly enjoy for a change and it feels good.
On a similar but different note, I spent a very pleasant dinner time with some City supporting friends in the Ribs of Beef in the City on Saturday.
After the usual blokey BS preamble, which consisted of the delights of Sharon Stone as opposed to Renée Zellwegger, why never to buy a second hand Jag and one of us [me] once being carted off to Bethel Street in the back of a police dog van [dismissed as a c*ck and bull story by Roops the solicitor but actually true] we turned to matters Norwich City.
All the latest news, our views on the Board and one very scurrilous rumour from the second coming of Mike Walker were aired and we all “helped” Scott with an online football accumulator. He lost, thanks to the rest of us.
As soon as the teams were announced we had a round-robin of score guesses, which were diverse to say the least.
These were: Me: 1-0 City; Scott 2-1 City; Cutty 3-1 City, Bernie 4-0 City. Rupert went for 2-1 Preston, saying he would have gone for the draw if he were allowed to, but he still thought we’d lose in the replay.
He mailed last night to say that he won as he at least got the second half right.
Back in the real world, as for the penalty Todd Cantwell was designated but cheerfully gave the ball to Idah.
That old squad spirit is alive and well, so you never know.
Bring on Man Utd.