I think we’re at the point at which Steve McQueen has robbed the Wermacht soldier of his motorbike, worked out that there’s a little bit of petrol in the tank and thus given himself a chance of jumping the wire.
No guarantees, no promises but genuine hope. That result will have gone down like a collapsed dirigible in Watford, East London and a certain area of our Second City. And two places on the south coast that begin with the letter ‘B’ [albeit Watford bounced back quite well – Ed].
So what did the Cooler King, aka Daniel Farke, get right on Friday night?
Several things actually but let’s concentrate for now on two major slices of good fortune that turned the tide.
The first happened before we had even kicked off. Jamie Vardy had to pull out with a calf injury that Brendan Rodgers had understandably kept pretty quiet about during the week. Vardy hasn’t scored in ages thus the perfect along come Norwich moment would have been on the cards. He didn’t even make the Leicester bench.
Don’t tell me that didn’t lift spirits in the City dressing room about 1900 hours.
Secondly and pertinently we for once got a break from Stockley Park. At that point, it seemed that a renewed sense of belief was fully injected into the boys in Yellow.
These words from Leicester’s Keleshi Iheanacho [as reported by All Nigeria Soccer] sum up how so many footballers from so many teams have felt at various times this season:
“Obviously I was concentrating on the ball, I haven’t watched the replay yet but I feel it hit his (Ben Godfrey’s) shoulder and it didn’t touch my hand. I haven’t watched the replay. If that’s the rule, then that’s the rule. I didn’t feel it touched my hand. Obviously, if that’s the rule then you do nothing about it.”
But for once the VAR coin came Canary-side up with the Fox on the turf.
Back to the Cooler King. Was it a gamble to let the excellent Max Aarons and Jamal Lewis bomb on quite as much as they did or was it simply tactically sound?
I reckon the latter.
The sheer joy of watching Max outpace Ben Chilwell and his [surely overhit] cross being met by the chest of the onrushing Jamal to be emphatically buried into the bottom corner from inside the box was worthy of the admission price alone.
The return of Emi Buendia. It may be my imagination but I thought he defended really well and offered Max plenty of scope.
Unfortunately my neighbour Matt reaped the benefit of said admission price as the medicos banned me from going. A calcified vein and all that. Back in training, Carrow Road return date March 14.
But there was nothing calcified about us as the game management was, for once, spot on. Well managed, Daniel.
I’m not used to missing a home match and for me, the TV simply isn’t the same but a couple of mates cheered me up with what they passed on to me courtesy of Twitter.
The Farke waves at the final whistle in front of the Barclay were awesome.
One clip I really liked featured the squad going through the tunnel after the on-field celebrations. I’ve no idea who took it but I guess it’s been pretty widely shared.
Alex Tettey’s reaction to hearing the sponsors’ Man of the Match award decision is wonderful. Check it out. If proof were needed that the esprit du corps is still alive and well, this is it.
? "YESSS!" ?
Post-match tunnel vibes including when Tetts found out he was named Sky's man-of-the-match! ? pic.twitter.com/iAZ9eDfXXL
— Norwich City FC (@NorwichCityFC) February 28, 2020
So will the Cooler King and his charges pull off the “little miracle”?
It’s unlikely but that large lady can stay in the green room for a while yet.
Yes I know, it’s the hope that kills you but at least right now we have just that.