A couple of days ago I saw this comment on an alternative website. One I choose not to post on, but I read it avidly nonetheless.
Posted by one “sjguk267”, it was presented as this (with very limited subsequent editing from me).
About time City fans grew a pair and stood up to the shambles that is NCFC. I last went to Carrow Road when Liverpool beat us 4-0. I vowed there and then not to give any of my hard earned cash to that club until there was something I actually wanted to see, and I haven’t seen anything remotely entertaining on the pitch since, so my cash is staying put. But every week 25,000 pu**ies traipse down there and then spend the next six days putting the club down. Just for once you have witnessed what people power can do, so if you want Delia, AN, or Moxey out, vote with your feet, it’s all about money for them, simple.
It was when I realised that I and many others like me were dubbed a “pu**y” that I believed “sjguk” had something of a point.
The January transfer window is approaching its mid-point and with apologies to our new Icelandic arrival, nothing of significance has happened. None in. None out.
If we collectively continue to entertain the current infrastructure of the club, we will be forced further and further into Delia’s world.
When I emerge from our front door in the city before I take the dog out early in the morning, I always sit down on the bench to have a guilty smoke. The first thing I see is a First Bus with a La La Land banner on it.
And I feel like I may already be there. In Delia’s La La Land.
Eleven days into January, we have a fine young player who may (or may not) be poached by Leeds or somebody else, an international with six clubs apparently after him who does not want to be here but still hasn’t gone, plus a further international who has never had a look-in but appears to earn too much to be moved on. You know, the tall lad with an understandable taste for good-looking women.
We also have a top-quality international centre back who wants out and we own the registration of the kind of player most people would want up front for them in this league but is obviously thought of as not good enough for us by certain people. Not lazy by nature, but he can’t be relied upon to do it for us (great header against Southampton though).
And if I were another centre back, I would be hammering on the door to get out. He isn’t perfect, but equally he has not been well-treated.
We have a terrific left back who would be off like a shot if he could seal a deal. We’ve sent youthful cover for him back to Scunthorpe. And we’ve got so many number tens; James Maddison is yet to feature and Alex Pritchard cannot buy a start.
Then there’s a wonderful young player who is perceived as fractionally better than his brother and has done fantastically well for us this season. He’s one of our own – and the vultures are forming their squadrons to rob us of him.
And, of course, there’s a goalkeeper loaned to Charlton. What’s his name? Oh, the good one called Declan Rudd (yes a bad moment against Villa but everyone makes mistakes).
Of course, there’s also the French poet we spent a million quid on, who’s barely kicked a ball for us. But one half of Dundee appreciates him though, so that’s all right.
Why should we worry though? We have Michael Turner, Steven Whittaker, Cameron Jerome, Seb Bassong, Russell Martin, Michael McGovern and somebody called Jones, who I believe plays in goal once a year if he has nothing else to do.
Then there’s one Matt Jarvis, who we wasted about four million quid on. Not your fault you’re injury-prone, Matt, but you’ve hardly been a good buy in all honesty.
What a mess, and it will continue to be so at the end of the window. How I yearn for the return of Alan Bowkett and David McNally. It won’t happen, but I can still wish.
And if they “recruit” Ross McCormack, that will be my lot. Promise.
I’m not dumb enough to think the January window is easy, but if Norwich City don’t sort at least a couple of deals in and out, my faith in those in charge will reduce even more. And, Mr Moxey, you’re not exactly setting the fans’ world on fire.
Let’s not allow an admirable apology and gesture for a serious error of judgement fool us into thinking things are on the turn.
I hope for a win at Rotherham anyway – anything less is unacceptable. But I think I know what Alex Neil will say if we lose, and I’m no psychic. Hint: It won’t be his fault.