When we did meet up, Robert very much looked like the player I remembered from his on-pitch exploits. A common trait among ex-pros!
Take David Luiz for example: obscenely wealthy because someone, somewhere suddenly realised that emotions are big bucks and that any player who empathises with the fans is going to be a massive favourite.
Bond had, as per his remit, completely transformed the football club and it continued to show for the rest of the season with the club also reaching the League Cup Final for the second time in three years where promotion rivals, Aston Villa, now managed by Saunders, would be the opponents.
Iwan had still scored more goals than one of his Canary colleagues that season. Robert Fleck had, in 27 league appearances, only scored two goals, a poor return by any standards, most of all his own and enough to see him depart for Reading
Ipswich arrived on the night with characteristic swagger and a manager, in Ferguson, who thought that the team that had won the first-leg was more than good enough to see off the Norwich challenge
So unprepared, however, were the suits at Carrow Road when this deal was announced, that the only place where the club could install a camera gantry was behind the goal in the River End.
The second-half was like being a witness to the Alamo. Millwall breathed fire and brimstone with the Norwich defence almost permanently under siege. Time and time again Gunn came to the rescue
As good as he was the ambitious Christopher Charles Eric Woods knew that, with Shilton a record signing he was never going to be anything other than cover at The City Ground.
Adams, Deehan, Grant, Gunn, Megson, Stringer and O’Neill all made it to the top of the non-playing tree at Carrow Road as First Team manager, with six of the seven enjoying, enduring even, a rich mix of success and frustration along the way.
Once the dust had settled, there seemed no shortage of possibilities as to who might be the next manager of Norwich City. The club were, after all, in the top flight and had, at the time, a very strong and able first-team squad.
If ‘kick the thing and run’ had been the Saunders mantra, then ‘pass and move’ was Bond’s somewhat more cerebral footballing approach; one that his successors, Ken Brown, Dave Stringer and Mike Walker were only too happy to perpetuate
Yes, there are elements of the Premier League that I won’t miss. The prices, the stupid kick-off times and the fact that the viewer at home’s considerations seem to be regarded as more important than those who actually go to the games.
He should, without doubt, have been the first Norwich City player to have played for England. The fact that he still wasn’t considered, even when he was winning the FA Cup and reaching a major European final with West Ham is a footballing travesty.
Who’d be your preference. Darren Fletcher or Ray Wilkins? Nani or Bryan Robson? Danny Welbeck or Frank Stapleton? Paul McGrath or Chris Smalling? Shinji Kagawa or Arnold Muhren?
People who have supported the Canaries for far longer than me will be even more aware of the ups and downs of following our club. Times of celebration and local rejoicing are inevitably followed by those of despair and depression.
Large numbers of the Norwich crowd jeered at the end and cushions were peremptorily, and with some feeling, thrown onto the pitch from the crowd; an early echo of those yellow clappers that took a similar route on Saturday.
We’re now on a ‘run’ of six losses from six and have only recorded two away wins all season. Two this season and nine wins altogether (at the time of writing) out of the 54 Premier League fixtures we have played away from home since we returned to the top flight in 2011
Football’s modern trend for in-fighting, disagreements and cyber punch ups seem to filter right down to the very lowest levels of the game. They start in those gold plated corridors of FIFA and work their way down to the bottom feeders
During the 1988/89 season, in a campaign that, for Norwich, lasted for 38 league games plus an extra nine in the two cup competitions, Dave Stringer called on a total of just 18 different players, eight of which started more than 30 league games.
A century ago, rather more prosaic fields of play were occupying the hearts and minds of Englishmen, vast in terms of their scale and significance. And if those mud infested fields had only been green for fleeting seconds, then those who were led to their slaughter in France and Belgium certainly were, raw of mind and fresh as a tender green shoot.