The League Cup semi-final second leg at Carrow Road, which was played on December 21, turned out to be one of the most remarkable games ever played there – even if it now doesn’t officially exist in any record books! A crowd of 32,000 had turned out that night.
The real problem between Walker and Chase had not been funds for players, but a little bit of security for Walker himself. He had, on his appointment as Norwich manager, signed a contract that was, even for the time, a modest one and, in all likelihood, made him one of the poorest paid managers in the top two divisions, never mind just the Premier League.
If I was Leroy Fer or Gary Hooper and my new chief executive told me that the club’s ambitions over the next three seasons or so culminated in finishing in the top four of the Premier League, I’d tend to believe him.
Yes, a leading player from the Scottish Premier League was being coveted by both Rangers and Norwich. Sound familiar? OK, the Rangers, in this case, were of the Glasgow variety rather than the Queens Park one.
It is, and remains, the most familiar and easily identifiable shirt number in football, forever that of the goalkeeper. We weren’t, after all, singing “England’s number twenty-one” at Fraser Forster whilst he was performing heroics with us during his time at the club.
Think about it. Football and sentiment. The two go together hand in glove, they are inseparable. To suggest that there is no room nor time for sentiment in football, no space for those emotions of the heart to rule the logic of the mind is, quite frankly, preposterous.
In modern football, history means nothing, yet it is the basis of Ipswich’s arguments against us. Yes, we are ‘Premier League’; yes, we have a superior squad, managerial and coaching set-up and financial stability; yes, we may have Category One Academy status under the new and very strict EPPP regulations – but they have ‘history’.
A successful 1975 trip to Kenya. Five wins, 23 goals and lot of opportunities for the players to go on safari which, no doubt, they would have done – after all, the opportunities to picture Ted MacDougall with a headline along the lines of “big game hunter” would have been too good to miss, surely?
Kevin was a good player, there is no doubt about. Neat and tidy in possession, a tendency to play the ball out of defence rather than kick it and, no mean feat for a defender, pitched in with his fair share of goals – 11 in the 1979/80 season.
In the world of football it matters not what level you play at or the status of your club and players. They may not be as earth as iconic as Tardelli’s goal and moment of complete abandon against West Germany a little over three decades ago but, to the clubs and the supporters involved, they are as important, maybe more important than anything the perceived great and the good may have performed before.
It was Sir Alex Ferguson who memorably said, “Football. Bloody hell” after yet another of one of those moments, their last gasp win against Bayern Munich in the 1999 Champions League Final – “that magical night in Barcelona” as Clive Tyldesley, ever irritatingly, constantly refers to it.
Raymond De Waard had a reasonable enough career in the top divisions of Dutch football to suggest that Bryan Hamilton might have secured a bargain when he signed him from SC Cambuur in 2000… alas his City career, along with that of fellow Dutchman Fernando Derveld, was of the brief variety.
I don’t think there is such a thing as a bad footballer. We can, and we will, call them all of the names under the proverbial sun, we can dismiss them, question their right to even exist and damn their name and ineptitude to the end of time but, in reality, they’ll still have footballing ability we can only dream of.
At just 24, he had been the central figure and goalscoring mainstay of a Norwich side that had genuine hopes of securing First Division football for the first time in the clubs history before the end of that decade. Who knows what progress the club might have eventually made had Ron stayed at Carrow Road and been the man that Lol Morgan, appointed Manager only weeks before Davies moved, had been able to build a side around.
The number of different players nominated totalled 86! That rather took me aback, but, given the quality of teams and depth of some of the squads that we have had at Carrow Road, should not be too surprising. In historic terms, the furthest back that the poll went was 1947.
Every team needs a player who gets supporters off their seats when he is even within touching distance of the ball; Hucks was that for Norwich. Combining searing pace with great touch and a mix of tricks that often befuddled opponents and team mates alike, Hucks was blue touch paper in yellow and green.
With the summer now here it seems as good a time as any to review my own choice as to which players would make up that line up – and would be interested in seeing the choice of some of the MFW pundits who follow these pages.
The Saunders mantra was hard work, application, team work – and then some more hard work. Running up the infamous slopes of Mousehold Heath became a feature of training. If Saunders tired of watching them run – well, then the players hopped up it.
The denouement of the 1984/85 season still rankles with a lot of Norwich fans. Following an impressive 2-1 win at a rain soaked Stamford Bridge in our mast game, we were safely sat – or so we thought – in eighteenth place, nine points ahead of Coventry City – and with a better goal difference.
David McNally and Alan Bowkett are cut from exactly the same kind of business cloth as Robert Chase. Their brief, their overwhelming directive has been to secure the long-term financial stability of the football club. The business.