Six men have managed Norwich City Football Club in the Premier League since 2000:
– Nigel Worthington
– Paul Lambert
– Chris Hughton
– Neil Adams
– Alex Neil
– Daniel Farke
Taking into account all competitive league and cup matches while they were in charge, how do you think they compare on:
– Percentage of games won
– Percentage of games lost
– Average number of goals scored per game
– Average number of goals conceded per game
– Net transfer spend during the manager’s tenure
Let’s have a look…
Conclusion: The Premier League is one tough division.
But, what else may we take from the data? Well, each incumbent achieved what they achieved. Some good, some not so good; some had money, some had not; the panning and praise equally distributed.
But whoever was in charge and the circumstances in which they operated no longer matter; the current declared club priorities are very much:
– Pence not points
– Wonga not wins
– Gelt not glory
And, under current funding levels this is entirely the sensible approach.
It’s also important to congratulate the owners, board, and management team for ensuring we still have a club to support. There have been troubled times (officially documented and referenced in the club annals as SNOTS, ie. the Steven Naismith Overspend Tw*t Syndrome) but, sadly, fans of other clubs have been not so lucky.
In the coming weeks and months there may be more supporters here and abroad dealing with an impossibly unimaginable football loss. My heart goes out to them. It should never be allowed to happen.
But… – I wonder if you’re the same? – is there a small obdurate part of you that thinks such limited ambition is a pity? Do you ever ask the question, ‘Will there ever be more to hope for?’
I remember large chunks of time in the 1980s and 1990s when Norwich not only competed but prospered in the top division. A glorious time when we would travel to places like Spurs, Villa, and Chelsea and expect to win. Manchester United? We could beat them, couldn’t we? Yes. And we did. At their place.
We even threatened to win the whole damned thing. The Premier League that is. The billionaire’s playground. Imagine that?
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to feel that freedom again? To once again pursue glamour over survival, ambition over prudence, winning over… losing?
But there is hope. A little pool of positivity within. Perhaps, just perhaps, hard work, luck, acumen, and ingenuity will be enough? And with the little bit of spending that’s happening currently perhaps Mr Farke may be feeling a little more optimistic too.
We can but dream.
Best wishes all.
(NB. Data sourced from across the internet.)