Scintillating. Effervescent. Unremitting. Unconquerable. Indomitable. Flamboyant. Okay I’ve put the dictionary back on the shelf now having used six words, as in one for each of our remaining fixtures.
As Kenny McLean said yesterday, the opposition simply cannot live with us.
Sure QPR were as pi$$-poor a side as I’ve seen at the Carra in many a moon and there’s no denying that. But we flew out of the blocks like Usain Bolt in his pomp and they were effectively blown away within twelve minutes.
That glorious diagonal ball from Ben Godfrey that found Max Aarons on the right led to great control and the sweetest of crosses which Emi Buendia (more on him later) swept home with gusto and aplomb.
Five or so minutes later the Stieperdude was given the freedom of Carrow Road to hit what I felt was a largely speculative shot. Rangers keeper Joe Lumley could only help it into the net. That was effectively game over with just 12 minutes on the clock.
Add in a monumental QPR cock-up whereby Buendia picked up the ball and unselfishly laid it off to Teemu Pukki who did the rest with the minimum of fuss.
There was still time for Tim Krul to save well at the foot at the post from Angel Rangel, who otherwise looked well past his proverbial sell-by date.
That was possibly the best 45 minutes of football I have ever seen from a Norwich City side. And that’s not said lightly.
To whatever level of credit they deserve Rangers seemed to show a little more application in the second half but their horse (like mine in the National) had bolted by then.
So onto that Emitional moment.
He got his usual clattering and I can recall at least two occasions when he had been cleaned out from behind. Friends claim there were four such instances, but I can only speak as I find and while the view from the Upper Barclay is excellent it’s hard to see exactly what goes on near the corner flag at the River End.
But I could clearly see what happened in the second half.
QPR sub Josh Scowen did a real naughty on Max Aarons and referee Scott Duncan did nothing about it. Zilch, nada, rien.
Latino temperament to the fore, Emi attempted to extract a measure of revenge. Whoops – it looked like studs up to me, although there was no actual contact. I cannot dispute the colour of the card although the assistant referee obviously gave the casting vote.
We probably shouldn’t have done but the Barclay all stood to applaud Emi on his “walk of shame”. The Snakepit did likewise. What a game he’d had.
So, Max Aarons is often like a winger during matches anyway and we’ve got Mario, Todd and Mo to come in during Emi’s likely three-match ban. Maybe that will result in some deeper crosses as a temporary replacement for byline trickery but who knows?
Drama over, Krul kept out a Darnell Furlong header and his right heel prevented a shot from Bright (the current influx of double-barrelled surnames flummoxes me) trickling in through his legs.
And then that wonderful denouement.
Christoph Zimmermann, who basically had bugger all to do all lunchtime and might as well have been in the pub enjoying a meal, launched a perfectly-directed missile and there was Pukki to seal matters for good and all with one of the best finishes I have seen in quite a while.
Cue the Barclay-Snakepit choir: “Going up up up” “We are top of the league”, “We only need ten men”, “Can we play you every week” and “We are Premier League”.
And as the understandably frustrated Rangers fans left early “Come in a taxi, you must have come in a taxi”.
I loved it. Almost every moment of it.
Three of us went to the black metal barrier at the very edge of the Upper Barclay to join the youngsters in waiting for Daniel Farke to arrive and join in the haka. We’re all big kids in our 60s and it’s not the first time we’ve done it lately!
I didn’t really need a dictionary for the intro (I don’t even possess one) but I’ll end with a different word for this NCFC squad: remorseless.
PS. Wonderful to see those CSF buckets getting well filled up. Well done everybody.