I’ve only actually watched one PL game in three seasons – a terrible 1-1 draw with an equally fearful Swansea, enlivened only by a wonder goal from the much underrated and ill-used Gary Hooper – but from a distance it hasn’t look like much fun.
I think we know we have got what it takes to be a bigger club. Colney will be undergoing a refurbishment in the summer and we have now appointed a head of recruitment, which I feel is where our failure to strengthen lies.
I hope we stick with this formation. It’s a case of players in correct positions and there’s proof it works. No more need for shoe-horning in players, except of course in the case of injuries. And I’m hoping Redmond’s knock is nothing too serious.
We will never be one of the big clubs; I am not sure that I would ever want us to be. Big bucks in football changes a club. Aa generous benefactor would be more than welcome at Carrow Road, but would we still be able to remain the same family-friendly club that we are now?
We’re often linked with big names, while knowing either the wage structure here isn’t going to make it possible, or we’re too far from the bright lights of London to make the move attractive (do they not know the A11 is now dualled?). But the hysteria is now not a small circus on screen. Instead it’s a big top on social media.
It is understandable that the Board are nervous about ever letting the club get into such a parlous financial state that saw us just days away from being extinct a few years ago. They deserve immense credit and thanks for turning that around.
The names had a certain oddity to them (perhaps not to a native English speakers) such as Butterworth, Culverhouse, Sutch, Woodthorpe, Fleck and, best of all, Robert Ullathorne who, for some reason, was programmed as a striker in this particular game.
This isn’t good for the health… Exhausting isn’t it? All this chasing promotion, having to keep winning, last minute winner, dying seconds’ finger-tip save malarkey is playing utter havoc with my nerves. In the days of mid-table mediocrity and even those flirting with relegation times, I didn’t seem anywhere near as obsessed and ultimately […]
Quite simply Holt is a Norwich legend, which is quite something after little more than 60 games for the club. His goal scoring exploits alone would be enough to clinch this status, but there’s a swagger and a touch of mischief about the man that warms the cockles of the most frozen of Canary hearts.
On balance there have been few more enjoyable times to be part of the Yellow Army. We can only hope that it all lasts, and for this to happen we have to hold onto the architect of our resurrection, a man whose actions speak infinitely louder than his words… step forward Paul Lambert.
Such an historic town, and good football club deserve better than to be represented by Cowling. Through nothing more than a bruised ego, he has decided to punish law-abiding football fans, and create enormous friction between the two set of fans.
Coming a close second, of course, would have to be Boxing Day 2003. Not for the game; a relatively drab 1-0 win over Forest. But more for that Huckerby-moment, when the great man came onto the pitch and the news that he had indeed signed for us was made official.
In his man-management, his tactics, substitutions and preparation, Lambert looks the real deal. Crucially, his old-school pragmatism is not compromised by the challenges of the modern game. In Paul, we trust…
The way that Lambert, Culverhouse and Crook have gone about turning the rag-tag collection of half-paced individuals who kicked off that fateful day in August into the resiliant unit we presently have is little short of remarkable.
Charlton, too, continue to push on – but things look fragile at The Valley. A couple of injuries and it could all get rather sticky for Parky. Indeed, Stan fears that Hoofroyd’s Colchester and the MK Dons may prove more long-term competitors for the second promotion spot than our former London role model.
Lambert is certainly one to do the unexpected and you sensed that there is a lot of real-politik driving many of his decisions. He’s not going to let pride stop him from bringing a player back if he deems he’s the best option available, and credit to both Lambert and the Doc, it worked a treat.
Lambert’s team look organised, and well drilled and they sure aren’t going to roll over and die when they go behind. In fact, all he needs to do to prove he’s the real deal is spot the defensive link between Saturday’s opposition goals!
Well, that's another footballing first for Stan to cross off his 'Things to do…' list: attend a Johnstone's Paint Trophy match.
True, it wasn't listed as high as 'Watch Norwich play in (and win) the FA Cup Final…', but there you go.
It was, moreover, a pretty enjoyable experience.
The game petered out after about 65 minutes, but the first half was played at a decent tempo and saw both teams – mainly us, thankfully – …
Unable to find writing inspiration in the usual ways, Stan has decided that the answer to his impotence lays somewhere within the bottles of Carlsberg Export that were/are chilling in the fridge.
Thus, prepare for an increasingly incoherent waffle through the NCFC week just gone!
Somehow two games, 12e goals, a new manager and even the return of 'the curse of hooliganism' have failed to set Stan's creative juices flowing.
This Stan …
Please excuse the slightly weary prose style that follows, for Stan was one of those who found himself stranded on the 'Train From Hell' last night.
Having had a nice day in the capital, Stan's fortunes took a nose-dive the minute Cody blasted over a relative sitter after 30 seconds of yet another NCFC away-day debacle.
From thereon, Stan watched his city's representatives huff and puff but – as is now the Norwich 'way' – get out-muscled and …