On the current Canary scale this week’s been a relatively quiet one. With Take That taking taking centre stage, even the signing of a centre-back (that’s a *centre-back*) found itself eclipsed; Gary, Mark and Howard taking plaudits by the thousand for simply doing what Jonny Howson has been doing once a fortnight for the last five seasons […]
Ordinarily, the summer months are something of a nightmare for the editor of this website. Scratching around for credible links and rumours that can be fleshed out to 800 words tends to be my modus operandi for any given June, the alternative being to take the Adrian Durham route and pen something deliberately controversial – […]
Given the events that unfolded in London late last night it feels a little puerile to be commenting on events at a football club, but in the spirit of not letting these bastards change how we go about our daily lives I’ll write it anyway. I appreciate it’ll be too raw for some to re-engage […]
My son’s 12 and as such his interest in football and cricket is shared with a love of playing against his mates on the PS4 (that’s a generation four Play Station for the uninitiated….. a Play Station? … oh, just Google it). Yesterday morning for him was PS4 time and, as always, I intermittently popped […]
We’re into the James Nursey season (like the silly season but a bit sillier) where rumour, gossip and ‘in the knows’ will offer us talking points aplenty as the club’s playing roster undergoes its biggest transformation for many a season. Let’s however brace ourselves and prepare for the majority of said rumours to be nonsense.
Seven years of service were given due recognition from all four corners and there was added poignancy to the pre-match and post-match hugs afforded the Big Man by his team-mates; warmth and respect being evident in every embrace.
He quickly established himself, alongside Russ, Wes and Holty, as a key figure on the pitch and in the dressing room, and on top of his dominant displays in goal none of us will ever forget his full-length-of-the-pitch sprint to join in with the celebrations when Jackson, Goreham and “utter chaos” collided.
The current squad, for all its undeniable faults, has an attacking edge that’s matched by very few in the Championship. To take a sledgehammer to that part of the squad threatens to throw a baby or two out with the bathwater.
There was no taking away from Pritchard’s impact on proceedings and thanks to the cacophony of noise that accompanied his every flick, trick and dropped-shoulder his evening’s work was played out under the brightest of spotlights.
The changes promised post-match by Irvine on Friday were duly delivered with Wes, Jacob Murphy and Nelson Oliveira, three of Friday’s strugglers, finding themselves rested in favour of Messrs Naismith, Jerome and Josh Murphy.
Too many within this group are able to excel when the planets are aligned and the going good but lack the wherewithal to impact on a game when the chips are down; their ability to come back from a losing position almost non-existent.
City’s season has turned to mush. In the true tradition of sport the least they can now do is their best to scupper it for others and, given the unquestionably impressive home form, Fulham will be well aware that a yellow and green banana skin awaits.
As it transpired, those hoping for a window of opportunity to unleash their wrath were to be disappointed and the general mood as the folk filtered out at the end of the game was an odd mix of joy, mild amusement and bewilderment.
Most of the implosions have been revealed to the wider footballing public on a 30 second highlight reel. Not this one. Every missed tackle, every stray pass, every defensive lapse was played out in all its ‘glory’ for the delectation of anyone whose not part of the Canary Nation.
There is naturally risk associated with large scale turnovers but this is no time for a tweak here and a new face there; this needs the shedding of so much dead wood that if done properly Colney on 1st July could resemble the UEA’s Freshers’ Week.
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.
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.
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.
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.