My next door neighbour in Mundesley, Matt, is pretty much like-minded to myself in that he watches Match of the Day either on Saturday night or Sunday morning and then takes his dog out to do the a.m. canine things.
Yesterday morning on Mundesley Rec, Oscar the beagle and Geezer the Patterdale terrier discussed their tactical strategy for hunting pheasants and intimidating the local cat population while Matt and I exchanged a few words about events at the King Power on Saturday.
“Inconsistent isn’t in it,” said Matt, a lifelong City fan like myself.
“How can we beat Man City, Newcastle, Everton and scare the living sh*te out of Chelsea and Arsenal but lose to every single side we should [on paper] at least stand up to and nick a few wins against?
“We could easily have beaten Leicester too. Although a draw was fair I guess. We might yet be alright”.
Well, the guy ain’t wrong.
In terms of consistency, we are like Forrest Gump and his box of chocolates. Or maybe more pertinently going into a takeaway in a strange town. You might get the tastiest crab meat sweetcorn soup and Singapore noodles or the soggiest burger with no onions that you’ve ever experienced. Both have happened to me. And I like onions.
We turned up all right. Big chief Broken Toe scored midway through the first half at the end of a sublime move started by Tom Trybull with as sweet a sweep out to Emi Buendia as you will ever see. Emi got out his slide rule and put in Teemu Pukki whose finish left Kasper Schmeichel rooted to his line.
Of course, merely ten minutes later there was the original along-come-Norwich moment when James ‘we all still love you’ Maddison put in a near-post corner which Jamie Vardy headed goalwards. Tim Krul did what any keeper would have done and tried to keep it out just in case but only managed to palm it into the net.
The rest of the game saw City slugging it out against one of the best sides in the Premier League.
We could even have won it at the death if the Stieperdude had found some power with his shot. But hey ho – a point and we’ll take it, won’t we?
Now we certainly learned a few bits and pieces from Saturday’s experience.
I never knew the Dereham Deco had such coals of fire burning within him. His reaction to the antics of Iheanacho was a picture to be treasured, for sure. And although VAR got it right, yellow on referee Andrew Madley’s original decision was totally correct. No review needed in my book.
Fight in the right way? Yes, we did and ended up with five bookings to prove it – well done Tetts, you kept your reputation up!
Has Buendia come in from the cold with a bang? I think so.
And does Sam Byram look as solid as I feel him to be? Yep.
Sheer guts kept Pukki going during that match. Some of us [not me] laughed when RvW stubbed his toe. I’ve done it myself and ended up with a break. It bl00dy well hurts.
I offered up a prayer to the Football Gods as soon as I heard the news and from what Daniel Farke said afterwards as in “he should be okay for Wolves”, I felt my plea had been answered.
Did our travelling Canaries chirp their hearts out? Yes.
There’s life in the old dog yet, to which Oscar and Geezer quickly barked agreement in Mundesley yesterday morning.
And what a lovely gesture from James Maddison to host little Sophie Taylor’s family at the game.
As much as the pros might earn, that kind of class comes for free.
It puts a different perspective on our game really.
ps Don’t forget your inside track, Ed!