Well, that was always going to be a little bit too predictable wasn’t it?
I deliberately didn’t put a personal score guess into the MFW Man Utd preview for just that reason. We’ve been described almost everywhere in the media as “poor” on Saturday and with pretty good reason from what I’ve seen and heard.
No blame to young Adam Idah – he’d have had to send semaphore signals to his team-mates to get the ball. But to counterbalance that I have never seen a Norwich side go into battle with no striker [forget the word recognised] on the bench. This scenario might have happened before but not in my living memory, which goes back to when T. Rex and Slade were topping the charts.
The national media don’t like us [except for novelty value] and I generally don’t like them. But this time around the sun they have a point. We were awful.
Some will cling on to Todd Cantwell’s chance that David de Gea brilliantly kept out and I suppose Emi Buendia had an opportunity too. But that’s clutching at thin air really – we were outclassed and comprehensively beaten. Manchester United almost treated it like a training game.
And that my friends is effectively that.
We could hope that Bournemouth continue their injury-plagued freefall. We could pray that West Ham, Watford and indeed Villa plummet like Harold the flying sheep of Monty Python infamy. But that would be like anchoring a skiff on marsh grass.
Even if those teams do implode I really don’t see where our next point is coming from.
There’s some eejit out there who said he’d have Teemu Pukki’s face tattooed on one of his buttocks if he scored ten PL goals this season. He’s the one with hope – Teemu’s stuck on nine and could be for a very long time.
I’ve nothing against tattoos by the way. I’ve got loads but only because I wanted them – never because of a rash statement or a bet.
We have to try and move on [onwards and upwards is a tainted phrase and I refuse to use it] but that means preparing for the Championship right now. Not next week, not next month but right NOW.
The Norwich City FC 2019-2020 Premier League campaign: c’est fini.
Just out of fast dissipating interest, we have the Slovakian lad Duda coming in on loan. Okay fair enough. But why on earth did they allow Dennis “ICON” Srbeny to join FC Paderborn before this particular match? Surely Paderborn could have waited four days? But no, the deal was done rapidly because we got more for Dennis than we paid for him and although that’s only rumour, there’s enough of it flying around to suggest it might be true.
We must be the only side in Premier League history to take the field at Old Trafford with an 18-year-0ld striker making his PL debut and nada, rien, zilch on the bench to replace him. Don’t be put off Adam, you could shine for us in the Championship and I devoutly hope you do.
I didn’t think any of our talented youngsters would leave in this window but I don’t see the point in Max Aarons hanging about any longer after this abysmal performance. He’s too good to stay here and get a [albeit blameless] relegation on his CV. The same could be said of Todd Cantwell of course although I don’t rate him quite as highly as I do Max. That’s my view anyway.
In a feeble attempt to conclude on a humorous note my mate Dave mailed to say we were cut through at will as if we were beached flounders.
Sorry folks that’s the best I can do – there’s very little to laugh about just now!
And as for those folks who are of a different view to myself and actively want to be in the Championship?
You win out guys. There ain’t no coming back for us from here.