It’s not football any more and that’s for sure. There was not a single person in Carrow Road, including referee Kevin Friend and his assistants, who thought Teemu Pukki was offside from the assist of the season courtesy of Mario Vrancic.
Then some c*ckwomble many miles away in Stockley Park behind a TV screen said Teemu was offside. I’ve seen all the replays, stills and little red and blue line graphics. As my mate Cutty said after the game: offside my ar$e.
VAR is killing the game – I’m sure Palace, Brighton and Wolves fans would agree with me after the weekend. Gary Lineker concurs [“If I were Pukki I’d be puking”] and that is quite probably a first. Jermaine Jenas and Danny Murphy agree too.
We wuz robbed. Big style. And how can you properly celebrate when you’re cr@pping yourself that it might be chalked off?
I met up with a couple of old Spurs mates before and briefly after the game and although they reckoned they could have nicked it towards the end, both were full of praise for the way we played. Nicky reckoned that they got the VAR decision because they are bigger than us, but had Spurs have been up against Citeh, United or Liverpool a similar scenario would have gone against them. He said that had we been playing Millwall, Barnsley or somebody of that perceived status the decision would have gone in our favour.
And I think he’s got a point.
Of course, we got a point too but had we gone in 2-0 up at the break such was our resilience that I feel we would have taken all three.
As mentioned by Gary G yesterday, our four changes [Jamal, Onel, Mario and the Stieperdude] fitted seamlessly into Farkeball. Sure, Lewis and Max Aarons were pegged back late on as Spurs sniffed blood but this was one hell of a team performance we should all be proud of.
I’m an old soul at 62 years of age but if Erik Lamela’s late shot had beaten Tim Krul it would have broken my heart. But our flying Dutchman was up to the job and when Grant Hanley dived to nut out the Tottenham corner in the seventh minute of time added on we could all – players and supporters alike – leave the ground with our heads held high.
It’s almost impossible not to love this squad despite its obvious shortcomings. Did I feel cheated? Yes. Did I feel proud of my team? Oh yes indeed. Will we do the unthinkable and survive? I don’t know but there is rarely anything left on the pitch by these guys and they are certainly giving it everything, albeit against the odds.
We’ll keep a-troshin’ as us folks tend to say.
No, I didn’t see the anti-VAR banner in the Lower Barclay cos I’m in the Upper, but I’ve subsequently seen a few pics of it. Great stuff and hats off to those who created it.
I’ll conclude on a seasonal note:
Christmas Day football continued during the Second World War, and delivered a stockingful of goals. On December 25, 1940, Norwich faced a Brighton & Hove Albion team that arrived with only five players – one senior, three juniors and a loanee – and cobbled together an XI using volunteers from the crowd. Norwich won 18-0, with Fred Chadwick scoring six.
Those were the days, hey!
A very happy New Year to all the MFW community.