Wherever I’ve worked, I always gained the reputation of being a bit of a “chancer”.
The Police, industry, journalism, whatever. “Oh Penney, yes, he flies by the seat of his pants most of the time”.
I enjoyed annual reviews or whatever you call them nowadays for just that reason. Bosses often didn’t know what to make of me. Sometimes they knew and trusted me; other times they were slightly unsure.
Serpico or Inspector Regan of The Sweeney I wasn’t, but I will say this:
I could have taken yet another chance and written this article on Friday evening. Why wait until Sunday morning to state the bleedin’ obvious?
Yet again the Canaries put up a half-hearted performance away from home and lose 2-0.
I am sorry Alan Irvine, but we got what we deserved, whatever you may claim to the contrary. We did not do enough to get anything from that match. I didn’t go, but two good friends did and I trust their analysis implicitly. Without resorting to fruity language, by all accounts we were pretty poor and it could have been far worse.
Lingering play-off hopes are shot to bits (forget your maths, it ain’t gonna happen) and we’ll end up ninth or tenth. Or worse.
The ‘push’ for the play-offs was always a non-starter. We can’t buy a result away from Carrow Road; teams who face us on their own turf know that and act accordingly.
This has to change.
Jungle drums say Mr Webber will be in situ by the weekend. But I’ll tell you something – I wouldn’t want his job.
We are now at the stage where almost the whole playing staff have to be seriously examined and, in most cases, turned around.
The ‘misunderstanding’ between Ryan Bennett and Michael McGovern for Villa’s second goal sums it up perfectly. No belief, no confidence, no mutual trust and precious little ability. From either.
So, if you’ve no credible goalkeeper, a defence built like a Mary Berry blancmange and insist on playing one up front, where on earth do you go from there?
Ah, Huddersfield. On Wednesday.
No Ivo Pinto, no Mitchell Dijks. Seems to me like a toss-up between Russell Martin and Steven Whittaker for either full-back role with Sebastien Bassong and the aforementioned Bennett in the middle. I reckon the Terriers could put under-18 strikers out against that shambles with no worries at all.
I think they’re the best side I’ve seen this season, so I’m tempted to ask Gary to copy this article to be republished on Thursday morning.
We could right now be the only professional club in England with no Sporting Director, no Head Coach, no decent goalkeeper and no defence.
Maybe that might all be resolved in a relatively short period of time and I sincerely hope so, because it feels a little as if people from both inside and outside Norfolk are starting to laugh at Norwich City.
And although I might have been a bit of a maverick, I never, ever put any employer of mine in that position.