For once in my life I listened to the whole of Sunday’s game against Aston Villa on Radio Norfolk. I really enjoy Chris Goreham’s commentary but am usually too nervous to hear it over the course of 90 plus minutes.
Leon Barnett kind of tempted me to keep tuned in and as the Stoke v Sheffield United match evolved in tandem with ours I became glued to the radio.
Mrs P had friends round who I am not totally overwhelmed with so sticking in the kitchen while diving in and out to appear sociable was a good option and one that had a positive effect on the team. Or so I told myself.
At times it seemed City were throwing beach balls to one another but having seen the highlights that was actually an illusion.
If Timmu Pukki’s exquisite, if simple, finish wasn’t a typical 2018-2019 Norwich City goal I don’t know what was. Kenny McLean’s contribution to that sophisticated close-range strike should not be ignored. It kind of sums up our season for me.
Villa very quickly got back into things of course. Deliberately without McGinn, Abraham, Mings and Grealish (all fair play to Dean Smith, who knew exactly what he was doing by resting them) they still gave us a fair old game.
However, during the second-half we executed “game management” at its best.
Mario Vrancic turned his season’s achievement into ten goals despite many games missed either through injury or non-selection and his effort towards the death in this game seemed easier to score than his actual strike. He may well be key next season.
I thought Daniel Farke’s introduction of Grant Hanley shortly afterwards was a tribute to our largely absent club captain, although Leon on the radio said it was a genuine replacement to shore up our defence in order to collectively endure stoppage time. We will probably never know the truth.
The whistle that ended this season was much appreciated but possibly not the most significant one I’ve heard this time around. When Andy Madley blew up (pardon the expression) after Blackburn that’s when I went into orbit.
But I am so pleased we won the Championship. What a fitting award for all our magnificent players, coaching staff, Messrs Farke and Webber. Plus all the others who work so hard on behalf of the Club.
Even us silly sods who write for MFW can assure you that each and every one of us, whether reader or writer, has never experienced quite such a season as this before.
I’ve physically and mentally witnessed four promotions but this one tops the lot.
But this time, for once, we have a plan for the future – thanks to Messrs Webber, Farke and so many other dedicated folks behind the scenes.
Let’s embrace the PL and see where it takes us.
My Patterdale Terrier, Geezer, was so pleased with our efforts this season that he and I went out for an early Bank Holiday Monday morning walk, both wearing our colours with pride. Then I took him home and Mrs P and I went to the City Hall celebrations. Too many people were there for even the best behaved of dogs. Sorry Geezer.
Before we left I asked Geezer and Minnie the Jack Russell; was it a terrific season? I was inundated with large barks of agreement.
I started with listening and I’ll end with it. But if anyone expects a link to the inevitable “We are the Champions” (Queen) it will not be forthcoming from me.
Thanks to all you MFW readers who have commented this season but we’re not going away this summer.
Enjoy and keep your views coming!
And I’ll end the season’s active writing with this link, which wasn’t written for NCFC supporters but easily could have been: You Can Make Me Dance.