I’ve enjoyed a very chequered career when it comes to pub games.
When it comes to Pool I was pretty decent and played regularly for a couple of pub teams over the years. I was no Maltese Joe but handy enough I’d like to think.
My ideal wasted afternoon, after I’d retired, was spent in Coltishall’s Railway Tavern with a group of mates, and sometimes Will and Richard from the pub’s team would join us. It was great to play against either of them – beating Richard was like winning the World Cup as in it didn’t happen very often.
Darts? No. I could play obviously [as could seemingly all of my generation] but I was never very good.
But the one that always mystified me was Cribbage. The old boys who played had a language all of their own with phrases such as *one for his nob* and *he’s gone nap!*
And that’s what our magnificent boys in Yellow did on Saturday – they went nap. No, it doesn’t mean falling asleep, it means adding a fifth card to your four to make some kind of winning sequence.
Well, five wins in a row means we’ve done just that – gone nap. Fifteen from 15 in points terms, which leaves us five points clear of second-placed Bournemouth at Christmas, so high fives all round.
Now we all know this will not be a normal Christmas for most of us but my level of cheer remains buoyed by the current situation at Carrow Road. We’re on fire.
In a world where I won’t be able to see my son or daughter for the first time in 30 years [they were both separately dumped into tier four on Saturday] that’s a little boost to the jolly old morale.
And what a performance it was from the boys on Saturday. Was there a weak link on display? I don’t think so. Emi Buendia and Todd Cantwell will quite rightly grab all the headlines but can anybody honestly suggest any City player had a bad – or even average – game? I sure can’t think of anybody myself.
From Michael McGovern, who has looked increasingly confident with every game – it’s probably because of his worldies, ask Sean Morrison – through to Teemu Pukki who really has been the Daddy. It looked like everyone in Yellow was trying to set him up for a goal to celebrate the birth of baby Ella in the early hours of matchday.
Teemu must have been knackered before he started but it certainly didn’t stop him joining in the press and on another day he could have had two or three.
Gary pointed out yesterday that McGovern’s save from the aforementioned Morrison was basically Cardiff’s only real effort on target. We had our usual dominance of possession and what I really appreciated is the shooting from the edge of the box. If Emi’s goal was class then Todd’s even managed to trump it.
Towards the end Cardiff [frustration is no real excuse] showed their nasty side which disappointed me. Curtis Nelson was bad enough earlier but the brutality of Harry Wilson on Cantwell was not required as the game was up for them at that stage. It was pretty poor.
Luckily Max Aarons appears to have rolled an ankle and for Daniel Farke to come out and say that so soon after the game was reassuring.
It was cool of Morrison – he crops up yet again – to congratulate most of our lads and shake/bump almost all of them off the pitch.
So off to under-new-management Watford on Boxing Day where I am sure we will exhibit no fear.
The January window? I’m going to give it the Christmas off and worry about it later.
What a thoroughly satisfying win and how nice to hear our masked, socially distanced supporters giving it *we are top of the League* and getting rewarded with oles from a beaming Farke.
And if any MFW reader or writer fancies a best of seven on the pool table for a tenner to the winner, just ask.
Oh hang on, that’s not really going to happen just now is it, but the thought is there nonetheless.
I’ll sign off by wishing everybody within the MFW fraternity a very happy Christmas under these unusual circumstances in strange times and particularly everybody who kindly comments on my ramblings. It’s much appreciated.
And Emi, my short-statured but lion-hearted star, Feliz Navidad. You know you love it here