I, along with I suspect 99.9% of Canary supporters, have never seen Dani Pacheco play.
I, along with I suspect 98.9% of Canary supporters, had never even heard of Dani Pacheco before Paul Lambert whipped him out of Liverpool Ressies last week and – alongside Wolves’ Sam Vokes – gave this weekend’s home clash with Scunthorpe United a new and intriguing twist.
Without doing Vokes any disservice, it is Pacheco who has caught the imagination – simply through the fact that he is such a complete unknown.
And given the fact that the Canaries are about to sail into – potentially – the biggest eight nPower Championship games of their recent lives, so all eyes will be focussed on the Spanish Under-21 striker at Carrow Road this weekend.
For if your two clubs are Barcelona and Liverpool, you can only presume the kid must have something, right?
What that is must – for now – remain something of a mystery. No-one really knows just what he is about to add to the party.
But that said, you can still hazard a guess as to what to expect – if only from the simple fact that he is 5ft 5in tall.
That simple stat stood out like a sore thumb when you rifle through the Soccerbase pages on Norwich’s latest ‘emergency’ loan recruit.
Because from there, so many conclusions can flow.
I’ve long muttered that in the Premiership, the game is now dominated by the six-foot plus athletes.
It is all about power; muscularity; strength. And the improved percentages that go with a 6ft 2in lad clattering into one that’s 5ft 8in for the nearest 50:50 ball.
That’s why it is so, so rare to find a good little ‘un make it to the very top of the game.
Good ain’t good enough when it comes to the top tier of professional football; not to the standards of a Barcelona or a Liverpool.
You have to be an exceptionally gifted 5ft 5in player to make the grade at that level. The unwritten laws of football would have long ago weeded such ‘weaklings’ out of the game were it not for some other talent.
Nor would the Spanish Under-21 manager have any interest in such a player if he did not have something other than height to bring to the party.
He must, therefore, have dancing feet and a nimble, footballing brain to match. He will offer poise, not power; be the rapier, not the broad-sword.
He will, you suspect, be another Wesley; only his first inclination might be to work the space behind the last defender, as opposed to drifting either deep or left in search of the ball.
And he must have an eye for goal. He must have a lethal finish up his sleeve.
Remember football is a bitch of a game; a heartless mistress who will not indulge ‘a good kid’ – not if he’s 5ft 5in tall and doesn’t get me goals.
He has to have delivered in his former youth and reserve team life to still be knocking about in the Spanish Under-21 set-up.
The lad must have ‘previous’.
The interesting point is how, therefore, he might shape up in any Canary side.
Well, one would like to think that he and Wes would be on similar wavelengths; the two ought to be able ping little balls off eachother till the cows come home. And then have the movement and the anticipation to match.
And in City skipper Grant Holt, he ought to have a perfect foil; the classic English centre-forward who can drop big knock-ons into those empty spaces behind the last centre-half.
And Holt has a decent footballing brain to boot; he can dink a little pass into space; he has that in his locker.
The other point worth pondering is the likely opposition; or rather opponent if we expect ex-Canary favourite Michael Nelson to be between Pacheco and a sight of the opposition goal.
A lot of people have a lot of time for ‘Nels’.
He was a big, brave-heart in last year’s title triumph and was long ago awarded the Lambert accolade of a ‘proper man’.
But I would suspect that Dani Pacheco is the last type of striker that Nelson would like to be facing on his return to Norfolk.
Against Holt, no quarter will be asked or given. It will be a classic battle royale between the pair.
Nelson vs Pacheco, however, is a completely different proposition.
He will, no doubt, instruct his new team-mates to keep a wary eye on Wes; to have two Wes’ pinging little balls in and around your ankles – and all on the very edge of your own box – is likely to have one or two of the Iron’s finest breaking out in a cold sweat.
In the full and certain knowledge that there will be 25,000 of Norfolk’s finest just willing on the moment when the can deliver the first ‘Ole!’ of the day.
It could all make for intriguing viewing.