Well it’s been another funny old week in this current world of non-football.
Our players are back at Colney in an environment of socially distanced, non-contact training in strictly limited groups and maybe the intensity levels will be stepped up next week. Maybe.
Of course, it’s now straight home for them to get a shower and a meal, just as it was for myself back in the days of our Sunday “Press Gang” side who played on Hackney Marshes.
Me and my mate Chris turned up in our kit and left the tracky bottoms and trainers in the car, put them back on in it afterwards and pegged it home. Those showers would have put more muck on you than they took off.
Fortunately our squad has shown a clean bill of health on the Covid-19 front which pleases me greatly. As does the sight of Timm Klose and Onel Hernandez joining in with the seemingly gentle sessions – there’s nothing not to like there.
Little steps for little feet, as my old boss used to say.
But it does make me wonder what we [players, staff and supporters alike] would have felt like at the end of the last century without a truly functional internet.
It kind of keeps me going really. Without it there would have just been the daily paper, snippets on Radio Norfolk and not a lot of NCFC coverage on the TV. There was no way of contacting family and friends without a landline or an extremely primitive mobile. Skype? Zoom? What were they?
As much as some of us [ok, just me] do not willingly embrace all elements of modern technology such as Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, I’ll freely admit that I would have been completely lost without the Internet over the past few months.
In the last couple of days I’ve discovered that the Newcastle takeover deal is now only awaiting the much-vaunted rubber stamp. By the Good Lord their long-suffering fans will be glad to see the back of Mike Ashley and I don’t blame them one jot. Some of us [ok, me again] moan about Delia but that Sports Direct geezer has been peerless in the cr*p category.
I also learned that Watford have up to six players who refuse or are unable to train under current circumstances.
Sadly said internet also suggests that there are seven gay Premier League footballers who still don’t feel they are able to come out. I wouldn’t know if that is true or not obviously, but it’s a shame if that particular “story” does hold credence.
However the best little gem I stumbled across is this, which I somehow managed to find on a Port Vale fansite via NewsNow.
I genuinely don’t remember the game but I sure recognise most of those on the pitch – hi Gunny, Chippy & Flecky. Watch if you dare…
Video: watch Port Vale put six past Norwich City in 1996 – onevalefan.co.uk
I really enjoy online chats with my footy mates – a particular group of us are having one right now that is veering towards the pros and cons of the Lee Enfield rifle believe it or not – and also the comments on MFW, even if a couple of them are from Leeds fans. I don’t mind.
But 20 years ago we couldn’t have enjoyed these little luxuries and would doubtlessly gone seriously stir crazy.
So I guess we’ll have to go with the flow until we know how everything will pan out.
Which could yet be quite some time. And stop pushing it Leeds. That means you, Angus Kinnear. Do it on the pitch.
Best to all.