Two games in and Daniel Farke has already been confronted by (and dealt with) his first public display of player unrest. Nelson Oliveira’s shirt-waving goal celebration and subsequent omission from the squad against Swindon has seemingly divided opinion amongst the supporters who have broadly classified his antics as one of the following; A great show […]
Sport has given rise to many iconic rivalries. Coe and Ovett; Prost and Senna; Navratilova and Evert; Ali and Frazier. You could probably add the names of Ronaldo and Messi to that list; their on-going monopoly of the Ballon D’or and individual attempts to be crowned as the ‘best ever’ set within the wider context […]
Football fans are often a superstitious bunch. Whether it’s a preferred turnstile (number 8 in the Barclay for me), ‘lucky’ pants (other clothing is available) or a prescribed pre-match meeting point, there is a deep-rooted belief that it’s not just the actions of the players which influences proceedings on the pitch. Or indeed off it. […]
So far, Daniel Farke has had it easy. With the players away on their holidays, most of his time has seemingly been spent posing for the cameras in a black suit and shirt whilst sticking his thumb up. “OK Daniel, it’s another photoshoot. You know the drill. Imagine you’re a Mafia hitman hitching a lift. […]
We’ve all been to ‘those’ matches at Carrow Road; the classic tales of two halves. Matches where the half-time whistle is greeted with a few moans and groans but the overwhelming sense is one of relief that 45 minutes of dross is over and you can grab a beer and a pie. With half an […]
With a deep-rooted distrust of all politicians, I’ve grown pretty weary of the steady stream of pre-election platitudes, being served by those wishing to secure our votes. Whether you prefer your soundbites to be ‘strong and stable’ or for ‘the many, not the few’, the daily barrage of ‘promises, promises, promises’ means it’s all getting […]
Less than 24 hours after the launch of the UKIP manifesto, the radio station talkSPORT served up its own rallying call to all those who harbour concerns over the ‘bloody foreigners coming over here and taking our jobs’. For those who missed it, Friday’s breakfast show hosted by former footballers Alan Brazil and Ray Wilkins featured a […]
“Who’s your second team after Norwich, Daddy?” I shot my son a look that showed my disdain for his enquiry. “What sort of question is that?” I asked. “It’s like asking me who else I want to be with apart from Mummy”. “But I already know the answer to that”, he replied and proceeded to reel-off a […]
Since Stuart Webber’s arrival the focus has been on reducing the age profile of our playing squad and with an average age of 28.4 years – the second highest in the division behind Brighton- it’s clear to see why. (Although Hughton’s band of seasoned pros and elder statesmen didn’t serve him too badly).
There are only so many times you can say the same things before the words completely lose their impact. Whoever was offered up to the media was faced with the unenviable task of explaining performances which repeatedly failed to live up to expectations.
A lot of discussion around the structural review at Norwich City has focused on job titles. We’ll have Managing and Sporting Directors instead of a Chief Executive, a Head Coach instead of First-team Manager, Ricky Martin doing whatever it is he does as Technical Director and an Academy Manager.
Score against Ipswich and that used to be a sure fire way of being immortalised in song – right up until the point that ‘half of f***ing Norwich’ did it. But McKenzie, MacKay, Messrs Johnson, Howson and Holt all have songs dedicated to them for sticking it to our near neighbours. On the flip side, Grabban scored against Ipswich twice but we didn’t sing about him. Go figure.
It’s why the unforeseen victory, the one against the odds, is so much sweeter than the routine win that we saw coming. Or why a defeat at The Emirates or The Etihad is easier to stomach than losing at places like Rotherham, Barnsley or Burton.
Ipswich fans delight in pointing out that we didn’t match their achievements from over 35 years ago. We counter that with the reality check that they have become nothing more than a mediocre Championship club which can’t fill its stadium.
I’ve read the press-conference quotes from Alex Neil and the players – full of good intent and apparent conviction and I desperately want to believe that performances and results will reflect that sense of purpose.
However deep down, I simply don’t trust the football club to deliver.
There’s a split second, where the brain has enough time to comprehend that something exciting is about to happen as you wait for the inevitable clattering of the pins – whether those pins are skittles or someone’s legs.
Russell Martin’s post-Brentford assessment referenced the fact that the club and its fans have drifted apart and acknowledged the need to rebuild a sense of togetherness through small steps. In real terms, that requires the team to deliver a series of performances and results that restore some pride. In real terms, that requires the team to deliver a series of performances and results that restore some pride and faith.
The quotes emanating from the dressing room about a collective desire to work harder and turn it round seem entirely at odds with the displays on the pitch; displays that are littered with individual mistakes and which suggest a general lack of conviction and endeavour.
In every coaching course I’ve undertaken, there has been one fundamental message: the key responsibility of the football coach or manager is to create an environment where the players will flourish. Something that Neil is clearly not delivering.
Jacob’s decision to commit to City, and resist the rumoured interest from the Premier League, may have been based on his chances of minutes on the pitch but it’s clear he’s settled at the club. So we’re all happy that Jacob’s signed and hopeful that Josh will follow suit.