This was supposed to have been one of my two away matches this season. I would have met my Brighton-dwelling friends, sat in with them at the game and enjoyed a good old natter about the football afterwards and a meal, scrounged a bed for the night and returned home early on the Sunday morning.
My over MFW-documented teeth extraction put the kybosh on that of course. I couldn’t have got to Brisley, let alone Brighton and I’ll be lucky to make Watford on Friday as I look like Tyson Fury’s hit me on one side of my face and Anthony Joshua on the other.
Maybe I can give my Hornets ticket to my Mundesley neighbour Matt. If he’ll take it, that is.
I didn’t get the opportunity to ask my Brighton friends what we were like. Tony “volunteered” with a mail on Saturday evening before I could even beg the question.
“Sure you set out to frustrate us but it didn’t work. We could have been three up before we scored and apart from a weak shot into the side netting you offered nothing all match.
“You don’t look like a contented, united squad to me. There were arguments between your players as they trudged off and your little right-sided midfielder went straight down the tunnel at the end.
“We were expecting much, much more from you but I don’t care as it’s the easiest three points we’ll get all season.
“All that said, how are you mate?”
Hellzapoppin’ and our heads are droppin’.
The confidence is ostensibly shot and it’s hard to see how [not when] it will return. If ever there’s been a Norwich City squad that thrives on confidence it’s this one.
Like the rest of us, I’ve seen various bits of social media and the natives are almost universally restless. When people are praying for Manchester City to score against Southampton [which in fairness they did] we all know something is wrong.
When folks are berating West Ham for not equalising against Newcastle it kind of paints a picture.
And when no-one can any longer think of three teams who are worse than us that kind of puts the tin lid on it.
Especially as this is only the very first week of November.
I try very hard not to be a hypocrite when writing so I must remind myself that I have said our promotion squad should have been given the chance in the Premier League it has indeed been afforded. But even making suitable allowances for centre back and other injuries I never realised things would be quite this bad. And bad they are.
I’m still not aligned with the slowly increasing throng intent on verbally battering Stuart Webber and Daniel Farke. To me, that remains a ridiculous perspective. But let’s be honest, the lack of investment has its fangs in our buttocks. I don’t want us to spend foolishly in January in what might then well be a lost cause anyway but having to look up to Sheffield United really irks me.
Have a good look in the mirror Delia. If you don’t want us established in the Premier League [or cannot facilitate this] please just say so out loud. Many of us would respect you so much more if you did. We all know you genuinely mean well on behalf of us all but… I’m sure you know where I’m coming from.
The final word goes to my mate Dave B, who braved the elements and journeyed from London to the Amex:
“I’d say we were lucky to lose 2-0. Tim Krul made the score look respectable. We played with little conviction against a team who had an off day. When they did get to the penalty area they gave it away. This is what happens when there is no investment. I don’t blame the players really, it’s not their fault if they aren’t good enough.
“Having said that, where was the spirit that we saw against Man City? Sometimes they got into good positions, Buendia guilty of not cutting back when he twice reached the by line. Pukki looks a shadow of his former self. This is a team bereft of confidence. Thank heavens for the brisket burger, sheer Brighton class and at least the sea walls didn’t collapse.”
All in all, there have been better days for supporters of Norwich City and English Rugby.
But there’s always a chink of light shining through a crack in the cloud. I have to say that the pictures of Kenny and Onel’s baby daughters are probably the cutest I’ve ever seen – including those of my own all those years ago!