Friends, Norfolkians and Canary fans, lend me your ears.
I come to bury Farkeball, no longer to praise it.
The evil that a new system does lives after it;
The good is oft interred with its bones.
Thus Marc Antony might have spoken at around 4pm on Sunday if he had been a Norwich City supporter because Brutus, Cassius and their mates in the Senate of the Premier League have done a real good job on Farkeball, which seems to have been killed off for good.
Our last stint in the Premier League often saw us blown out of the water but the 4-2-3-1 of Farkeball remained in situ throughout and we had a few bright spots during the season, not least Manchester City [home, of course].
This time around does not bear favourable comparison with the Project Restart period. Let’s not kid ourselves, we ain’t nowhere near that good I’m afraid.
I really struggled to work out what formation we are attempting most of the time but whatever it was it didn’t work as a streetwise Leeds United did all that was required to accrue the three points. At times they reminded me of the classic [not] Don Revie team of the late 1960s who would take it in turns to get booked in order to waste time, break up play and frustrate anybody not sporting a white shirt. The Burnley of their time.
Revie would have loved a referee like Anthony Taylor, who missed so much, particularly what was going on off the ball. This incarnation of Leeds were possibly a little bit more subtle about their antics than Revie’s lot but employed the same dubious tactics nonetheless, didn’t you Kalvin Phillips? Add in Taylor missing a blatant handball from Daniel James and we knew there would be nothing going our way from that quarter. But I’m really clutching at straws here – Mr Taylor was not the root cause of yet, yet another poor display.
I might have this wrong but it seems like Daniel Farke has been forced to abandon his *philosophy*, which takes away a great deal of enjoyment from us, the supporters. Is this because Stuart Webber has signed a gaggle of duds that make his *quality over quantity* statement look increasingly foolish? It’s more and more looking that way I’m afraid.
Team selection was interesting, if that’s the right word for it. Like quite a few people I have spoken with since, I am struggling to come to terms with the choice of Andrew Omobamidele at left-back. The 19-year-old scored his first-ever senior goal for Norwich City and in the Premiership to boot. But he’s admitted himself that it’s proved a bitter-sweet moment as we hung on to parity for a whole two minutes after his excellent header from a Milot Rashica corner. No blame on Omobamidele who enjoyed a pretty reasonable ninety.
So Daniel, we had: Dimitris Giannoulis – a Greek international – Brandon Williams, on loan from Manchester United and dedicated full back/wingback Bali Mumba available. Also Jacob Sorensen who filled in at left-back perfectly adequately for several games last season. I’m not sure if Lungi is still at the club in all fairness. We get to hear more about Josip Drmic than we do Sorensen.
But you chose a right-footed centre-back to play there. Answers on a postcard from Colney please.
Plus many Chelsea fans are vocally and loudly proclaiming that they want to see Billy Gilmour back at the Bridge. I don’t often agree with those of the Pensioner persuasion but in this case, I reckon they’ve got a valid point.
Following on with the loud and vocal theme, City were so inept following the Rodrigo goal that when the fourth official showed there were five minutes of added time there was no roar from the Barclay, just a collective shaking of heads that wouldn’t have been out of place at an Iron Maiden gig. Or even Quo if you like that sort of thing.
The final third of the match left nobody with any illusion that we could come back and get something out of it.
And what particularly gets my goat is that Leeds were so bloody average but we didn’t have it in us to construct a response. Other than hoofing it up of course, which Peacock & Co lapped up.
Even the booing at full time was a bit constrained – I said last week that I never boo and I stuck to my principle but I swear that the lower Barclay had become so worn down that they couldn’t even be bothered to do that properly.
As MFW has recently been accused – rightly or wrongly – of negativity recently I’ll add a positive. Just one, but all articles should have a kind of balance so I’ve chosen a reason to be cheerful.
Rashica takes a pretty decent corner.
An old 1p5wich mate sent me a rather rude original Hallowe’en cartoon yesterday. I won’t offer it up for general viewing but suffice to say it featured Delia cackling on a broomstick doing a rapid nosedive onto Carrow Road while clutching a parachute pack with £££ signs all over it.
His team had been beaten by Plymouth Argyle on Saturday but he’s obviously got more spirit than I have. I’ve yet to respond.
Instead of Colin’s cartoon I’ll leave you with this.