25 January 2017 at 8:59 am
Steveclancey says: ‘Happy clappy clap’
This was a comment on an excellent article from Stewart Lewis published this Wednesday, and it really got me thinking.
Stewart has recently crossed a divide, and had written that he no longer feels Alex Neil is the correct person to be in charge of our squad. However, Stewart will be renewing his season ticket and will be continuing to ‘enjoy’ supporting our beloved Norwich City, he wrote subsequently.
Just the same as me. That’s what being a supporter is all about: the thick and the thin, you go through it. Especially at Norwich.
What really gets my goat is the oft-used phraseology. These days, and particularly on alternative websites to this one, some folks are defined as “happy clappers” or at the other end of the on-line scale, miserable old gits (Mogs).
Every single supporter who attends a game is entitled to their opinion and does not deserve to be shoved into one of these small-minded categories.
If anyone is bored enough to look at any of my previous articles, it is plain to see that I can find loads of faults in the present and future direction of NCFC. That speaks volumes for MFW, which is not a hive of Delia Smith aficionados as some have suggested. Gary G would hardly allow me to write on here if that were truly the case.
Yes I can be negative – Jeff at least appreciates that – but I like to think I have a sense of fairness, as do all of us who write on here. We write about our Club because we all love it. In our own individual way.
And that neatly brings me back to the phrase “happy clapper”. People who blindly accept everything the Board chuck at us, shrug their collective shoulders after a defeat and look forward to the next time.
I sit next to one, an unwanted incomer into our little group in the Upper Barclay. His opinions may well get on my threepenny bits, but I pay lip service to them. No point in being rude. However, if he ever bothered to learn the squad numbers and stopped asking who’s playing where it might help.
It wasn’t his fault, but when the clap banners first appeared he beat one into my left ear for around half an hour. A fantastic experience unless you’ve only got ninety per cent aural capacity in that lug due to Roger Glover (Deep Purple), Lemmy and Geezer Butler. Geezer finally did for me, I think.
Then there’s the “Mogs”. My mate Keith, and the rugby-orientated lads who sit behind us. Comically miserable to the core, but diehards to a man. John next to me on the other side was a professional keeper (with Reading) and I so enjoy talking through a game in progress with him. Bonus.
After nearly 30 years, our large group has become a smaller one. Passage of time and natural wastage. And Gran Canaria being warmer than Brundall.
But why is this Happy Clapper and Mog terminology being used? All the people I have referred to go to Carrow Road because they want to be there – even the guy who cannot pick out which player is which. And he’s younger than me and doesn’t appear to need glasses. He might not know who the players are, but seems to enjoy himself nonetheless.
What we need to do between now and this season’s end is to stick together. Happy Clapper? Mog? I couldn’t care less. We are all at Carrow Road and going through a very difficult period. Sure we’re stuck with Alex Neil – we’ll all have to get used to it for good or ill.
So, please, big please, even pretty please, no more references to Mogs and Happy Clappers.
Otherwise I’ll get Geezer Butler and his mates from Marshall amplification to come and blow your lugs away, too.