Anybody of my vintage  will know all about measles, mumps, German measles [rubella] chicken pox and the rest. Younger readers might not of course and I’m glad for them if they don’t ever experience any of these horribles.
Chicken pox came back to bite me on the butt one Christmas Eve around 2005 in the form of shingles. Blinding headaches, muscles drained of all energy. Truly awful. I dragged myself the short distance to the Coltishall Red Lion but couldn’t finish my pint. Mrs P was not impressed but nonetheless helped me the short distance home.
So that’s probably one of the reasons why I understand and appreciate the Premier League, EFL and SFA’s take on Covid-19.
When you have the entire Arsenal squad self-isolating, three Leicester players removed from association and The Who calling off a lucrative tour we have to realise that this coronavirus thing is for real.
So while not being able to go to Carrow Road on Saturday deeply depressed me it was surely for the best.
Of course we missed out on a truly $hit or bust match against Southampton who have a few injuries [Nathan Redmond once of this parish included] and are on a bad run of form. But I’d like to think it’s a wise decision for once by those “in charge”.
Being relatively healthy,
I would have gone to the match and I’m sure very many others would have done too. But it might not have been much fun for the very elderly and those with underlying health conditions and I know from personal experience that a significant number of these folks attend games regularly.
I was intending to go to the Hub in the City to get my FA Cup ticket for Manchester United on Friday. Luckily the announcement came out before I left.
The Canaries Trust cancelled its AGM of this week first thing on Friday morning.
So where do we go from here?
Those of a selfish [or self-indulgent as I was accused of being the other day] disposition like me just look forward to the resumption of fixtures, of course.
But there is an ever-increasing school of thought that suggests the season might be written off. I doubt that but should it come to pass we will have been saved by something we should call the Canaryvirus. And as of Saturday, that option seems to be becoming more and more of a reality as this thing ain’t gonna go away. Experts reckon it won’t even peak until June and next season the Premier League might even struggle to fulfill its August 7 kick-off date.
I shouldn’t be flippant. Of course I shouldn’t. In a world in which we’re advised that it’s kinder not to visit elderly relatives just in case of inflicting infection upon them I guess football fades into the background.
I didn’t cope well with no MotD and no Colin Murray on EFL on Quest. Selfish again.
Both shows are an intrinsical part of my Sunday morning routine and have been for yonks. Both our terriers howl in unison the second the MotD theme tune comes on although I guess Zoltan and his folks next door don’t appreciate it as much as I do because it’s funny. There’s something in the pitch of the tune that the dogs just go for.
But I guess it must be safety first for all so we’ll have to manage without our beloved football for three weeks at the least.
Quite how any club in the land will cope with training right now I just don’t know. How can you set up for a match when you don’t know when it’s going to be played? It’s the same for everybody of course but…
I’m biased because I support Norwich.
Equally supporters of Liverpool in particular, West Brom and Leeds would be infuriated if we don’t somehow manage to get this season over the line.
But that might not be possible.
Ed Couzens-Lake’s recent article about our Division One demise courtesy of Coventry and Everton couldn’t, ironically, have been better timed. Add in the two occasions we were denied European football through human tragedy and it might just be payback time?
But yet again the human element must come first.
Would I like the season wiped out – oh yes, if I’m honest.
But not against a background of the old and vulnerable becoming seriously ill. Or even worse.
We must all look after ourselves as well as we can, whether we are football supporters or not.
Naughty things, these viruses.
Whether created by mother nature or other hands.