In a week that has been blissfully light of Yellow Army bickering the one discussion that has strayed into ‘lively’ territory is that of how much urgency should be attached to appointing the new head coach, and whether it’s important to do it now or wait until end of the season.
Born and raised the wrong side of the Norfolk/Suffolk border, Gary has Norwich City in his DNA. Part of a long line of Canary die-hards, he has been a Carrow Road regular since the age of 6 and a season-ticket holder in the River End since his injury-prone, amateur playing days ended. In a previous life he was a local government accountant, but in one Damascene moment decided to swap the thrill of the balance sheet for a career in writing. He now works as a freelance writer and editor, and has contributed to When Saturday Comes and The Huffington Post amongst others. As well as sharing our own Kevin Baldwin’s passion for all things yellow and green, he frequents the same hairstylist.
A win, clean sheet and five points shy of the play-offs but it’s events off the pitch that take centre stageMarch 19th, 2017 by Gary Gowers | 16 Comments »
That Roy Hodgson is not to be part of the structure has come as something of a relief; not because of his age or ability to manage, which despite his England tenure is good at club level, but because of his proximity to the club’s owners.
Innovation and bravery are key if the Y’Army are to be able to look forward with ‘hope in their hearts’March 12th, 2017 by Gary Gowers | 7 Comments »
What it can’t be is a cosmetic exercise designed to appease the “moaners” that Delia so despises; one that essentially just shuffles around the building blocks to such an extent it becomes unrecognisable but offers more of the same.
This time be bold, be different, be imaginative with your next appointment. Don’t look north of the border; been there, done that. Ronald Koeman’s appointment at Southampton was inspired. Surprise me.
The City board finally calls time on Neil’s tenure. Sad yet inevitable but we’ll always have WembleyMarch 10th, 2017 by Gary Gowers | 21 Comments »
Alex’s credits in the bank extended to an ovation as he and the players sheepishly paraded around the pitch after the final home game against Watford. He expressed surprise; he expected at least a modicum of heat. Instead he showered with warmth. Hugs not brickbats.
The blame apportionment has gone no further than the players; Alex seemingly absolved of any responsibility. His pre-Ashton Gate presser told the story of a man who astoundingly is feeling not even the slightest hint of heat from above; of one who is already planning for a long-term Carrow Road future.
Money can of buy you a player with an impressive CV, one who has a deft first touch, who ping the ball onto a sixpence from forty yards and pull the ball out of the sky as if ball and boot were adorned with Velcro but unless that player has hunger, appetite, desire and is well managed it counts for diddly-squat.
A point apiece in the derby and the bragging rights are void, but pain felt acutely north of the borderFebruary 27th, 2017 by Gary Gowers | 21 Comments »
Where it fell down was the inability to find enough quality in the final third to really hurt the massed ranks of blue and when half-chances arrived they were either snatched at or Town’s keeper was up to the task, and in a game of fine margins City’s cutting edge, on the day, went AWOL.
To get turned over by the old enemy would, for many, be a blow too far, especially with it likely killing off our lingering hopes of gate-crashing the top six. Wounds that had started to heal following the mini-revival could, or probably would, be re-opened in an instant. The mood would be ugly.
New dawns have generally been the product of flat-track bullying at Carrow Road – with admittedly the odd exception – and have ended up being the false variety, with City’s away-day woes the result of an embedded inability to stand up and be counted when it really matters.