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It occurred to me spinning through Channel 5’s highlights, that Norwich scored half as many league goals in one afternoon as I’ve seen Boro score all season. This is my record of Boro league games attended this season: P16 W2 D7 L7 F10 A16. 4 of those 16 – 25% – finished 0-0; four more were 1-0 defeats.
I’d watched two desperate, horrible Premier League matches in two days – my lot Boro in the flesh against Watford on Sunday, then that “Red Monday” abomination on Sky on Monday, and I desperately needed to flush my brain by watching some real football.
I wouldn’t want to support Chelsea or Man City – no sensible neutral has liked Chelsea for years, but City were a much-admired underdog club for decades. Going to a game there now is like being at an airport; the players passing inhabitants of some hollow transit lounge.
So with the hot favourites a ‘maybe’, and the other relegated club needing to start again, I really do fancy Norwich. Your manager served an apprentice in the SPL, successfully navigated two years ago, and you have a better squad now…
£25 million next season, with some judicious transfer business, will put the relegated clubs at a tremendous advantage again. A club like Ipswich – just to give you a cheery example – can only dream of having that sort of money at their disposal.
I took a rare weekend off from BBC Football to come to Norfolk from London with my wife, spend quality time with my old mucker, and generally get a midwinter break. I feared the worst when some of our fans started to gloat at 4-1.