Not so much of a match report today – at best half a report! The weekend that football chose to have a social media blackout was also the day that iFollow chose to deny access to many Canaries fans, myself included, for much of the first half.
When I finally got on with 10 minutes to go in the half, it was 1-1 and the final minutes of the first period promised a tasty second half to follow.
Indeed it was the case. This was a season distilled into 45 minutes. Pick an adjective. Dominant. Hungry. Dangerous. Remorseless. Rampant. City were all of these things. For a short period, you could add arrogance to that as one or two fancy flicks and tricks didn’t come off, even with the score still at 1-1.
But on 63 minutes, just one of those tricks paid off. Todd Cantwell scooped a ball over the top to find Kieran Dowell who slotted home with his first touch from the tightest of angles.
Reading barely had a chance in the second half, unlike Teemu Pukki who ran the hard yards once again, but seemed to find the Reading keeper in top form.
There will inevitably be speculation for some weeks to come about which of these players were stepping out wearing yellow in NR1 for the final time. If this indeed is to be Xavi Quintilla’s final game he signed off in style.
Cantwell intercepted a ball and as he looked set to burst into the area he was scythed down. Emi Buendia looked in prime position to take the free-kick but it was Quintill who curled a great ball around and over the wall and into the top left corner.
A succession of substitutions followed, Alex Tettey and Mario Vrancic amongst those to step down from the stands.
Pukki finally got his reward on 84 minutes. A dreadful backpass saw him nip in, take the ball around the advancing keeper on the edge of the penalty area and walk the ball into the net.
In the end, the Watford result was irrelevant. Purely on the second-half performance, City claimed the title in style. At the end of the game, cries of ‘Yellows’ could be heard from the beleaguered fans, shut outside the ground once again.
As the players and staff celebrated on the pitch, there was the rare site of Daniel Farke beaming with delight, before he rushed up to the directors box to celebrate with Delia and Michael.
And what a contrast. Not so many months ago, Cantwell was sat on the Carrow Road pitch, impassive, blank expressionless.
Today, he chose the same seat. This time he was on his phone, unable to conceal his delight. Hopefully not on a call to his agent!
There really is little else to say other than to congratulate Daniel, his coaching staff and all the players for achieving what few though likely after those final 10 dismal games last season.
On the Ball City!