Revolution, revolution, revolution, revolution…
The Public Enemy sample faded out and one of the most basic chord sequences rock n’ roll has ever conceived cut in. And so began the career of one of the most successful bands*** in British history.
We understand that Alan Irvine does not listen to music in order to alleviate his boredom on long car journeys, and I have no idea what Stuart Webber hears when he’s behind the wheel of his chosen beast from the Norwich City FC sponsors’ list – if that’s still the way it works, of course.
But it seems to me Webber might have heard the track I’m referring to, especially as he is a Welshman. It advocates ripping out the old failures, introducing new blood and not being over bothered about offending a few people with comparatively thin skins.
“I laughed when Lennon got shot” was an awful lyric I heartily disapproved of at the time and still do to this day, but it got the band I’m referring to the media attention they craved to kick-start their careers. A risk followed by a minor media backlash, but what future success as a result!
Possibly the equivalent of removing a “sacred cow” or three from the Norwich City squad, methinks. And there is a massive cull to come.
Webber cannot achieve evolution – it has to be revolution, and it has begun.
Alex Neil laid some building blocks for his own, slightly inconsistent, version of evolution by signing Alex Pritchard, James Maddison, Eboue Adams, Ben Godfrey and one or two others. And then largely ignored them.
Anyone seen the gaps yet?
Young centre-backs and strikers. Never in Neil’s mindset.
So now Webber has to take all this on. It’s a massive remit. A Norwich City revolution is called for and we surely all hope it will be delivered.
Make no mistake, Webber cannot achieve his objectives by being nice and gentle. For him to be successful, the olde worlde order at Carrow Road has to end. He will know that and is prepared to act on his intellect I am sure. He would never have joined City if he thought restrictions on him would be too stringent, I am equally certain.
If he can surmount the Royle Family scenario (sorry, how else do I describe it?), I believe he could become the most important figure in the club’s recent history since Paul Lambert. But… another band I like wrote this at the end of the hippy era around 1971…
Revolution in their minds the children start to march. They hate the world in which they have to live, oh the hate that’s in their hearts.
* Children of the Grave (Black Sabbath)
Well, Webber’s certainly lambasted the crowd in a laid-back kind of way and even suggested a few bevvies before the game are in order.
I kind of agree with him – I doubt I’ve ever seen City play while medically sober myself but the youngsters find it hard to get tickets, which does us no favours for the future. And as there is very little hope in the current scenario for younger people to regularly attend Carrow Road; things look a little bleak in that respect.
My group in the Upper Barclay are all between 50 and 65. None of us would discharge our season tickets just now because it is an intrinsic part of our lives, but you can easily look around and see those of greater years and deep down wish those seats were filled with those who brim over with enthusiasm and spirit.
I’m terribly ageist to make that comment; I know and understand that. But when I can’t stand up to belt out On the Ball City at kick-off, I’ll know it’s time to go. And I’ll make sure my season ticket is passed on to somebody much younger than even my own (not too interested) adult children.
Maybe Stuart Webber feels the same as me. You cannot get the type of atmosphere he so obviously wants when three-quarters of the ground is virtually guaranteed to be silent and most of us Upper Barclay Boys are getting older every season.
It’s the Lower Barclay, Snakepit or nothing. And some of the stuff coming from the Pit hasn’t exactly impressed me lately. Especially the stupidity of criticising Jacob for that slice, among other things.
If you want younger supporters and a better atmosphere Mr Webber, I’m afraid you’ll have to somehow increase the capacity. Sorry, but there’s no other way.
You say you got a real solution
Well, you know
We’d all love to see the plan
You ask me for a contribution
Well, you know
We’re doing what we can.
And for me, that says it all.
***Manic Street Preachers (of course)