*A week is a long time in politics* – UK Prime Minister Harold Wilson, 1964.**
Well, it’s a bloody long time in football too as we discovered last week. As I write the dust has yet to settle on what has been a very emotional week in my life, which I’ll quickly break down without going too far down the road of sentimentality via melancholy junction.
Our Jack Russell became very poorly on Wednesday and Mrs P convinced herself that little Minnie’s time had come [she’s only five] and the Friday afternoon appointment at the vet would only end one way. I kept a bit of unrealistic hope, I’m that kind of guy. I sat at home with Geezer the Patterdale with deep, dark thoughts going through my head, as they had been for the previous 48 hours.
Then back comes Sue with Minnie wrapped in a blanket so I prepared for the pre-planned interment.
But feck me the bloody thing jumped out of the blanket, ran into the house and started tearing around like a mad eejit, as per usual. Top marks to a certain Hellesdon veterinary practice who sorted the problem with a single injection – and the advice of *don’t panic, Mrs P*.
Agony to ecstasy. Well, that hackneyed phrase is a bit extreme in this case but you’ll know what I mean.
On Saturday I followed us at Brentford on the Pink Un live feed. Dave Freezer did a great job but I really don’t like following a game in this way. Sure I had Chris G on Radio Norfolk as well but I find it hard to cope with matches when I’m not at the game or watching it on TV and I suspect many MFW readers feel the same way.
Afterwards I was delighted with the result and a few email exchanges with some NCFC friends confirmed they were too. Once more, not quite ecstasy, but the best I’ve felt this season.
Sue had kept the radio on in the kitchen, and about half-past seven she burst into the living room exclaiming something like: *Fecking hell, they’ve sacked Daniel Farke. Why? And why now?*
I couldn’t get my head around it at first. Many more message exchanges later I still couldn’t and as of Sunday dinner time, I’m still a little bit numb. I certainly feel the sense of timing was unrealistically cruel on Farke.
Some people have said [I guess quite sensibly] that the decision was made after Chelsea, or if not after Leeds. Probably true and many would see the logic behind it. I can too, to an extent.
But going back over the past week something leaves me feeling like I’m being posed with a kind of kiddies’ join the dots conundrum without the crucial guiding numbers.
Only last week, Stuart Webber came out, largely, in praise of Farke in his first public interview for some time. Farke responded by saying how much he appreciated Webber and spoke to him every single day. He also made a strange remark about the coach and the coach driver, and as excellent as Daniel’s command of English is I didn’t totally get the precise point he was trying to make.
Did he know what was coming down the line, some have said. I don’t see it that way, I bet he didn’t have a clue.
There have been rumours that senior players were in a bad place with Farke, and I can think of two or three who very probably were. Maybe more. We’ll never know. But that squad fought for Daniel at the Brentford Community Stadium, and possibly even more importantly fought for themselves as we could have been turned over in what was a bit of a shambolic second half.
We got lucky, although it came a little too late for Farke.
Seeing what turned out to be a final ole with our magnificent away support was poignant. A few of these admirable London-dwelling diehards would even have got home before they discovered the news.
Webber now comes totally and solely into focus. Was it the right decision albeit with abysmal timing? Or was it the wrong one? We’ll know by the end of the season, shortly before Webber leaves us in the summer, if indeed he does. will.
Regular MFW readers will know that I have no time for politicians. Stuart Webber falls clearly into that category as he has proved this week and although he has done some terrific things for us he has certainly revealed the Machiavelli within this time around.
Only three months ago I was praying Webber would extend his contract. Right now I couldn’t care less if he left tomorrow. Harsh? Maybe, but it’s a genuine personal feeling, so be kind to me!
I doubt DF’s successor will talk of his *philosophy*, being *greedy* or using the word *topic* as often as he did. It was part of his charm.
Life at NCFC will go on. For all of us. I’m just delighted that we’ve still got four City supporters in the household [see pics]
Thanks for everything Daniel – it’s been an enthralling journey and I’m proud to have shared it with you.
**As for this particular week in UK politics I wouldn’t be sleazy enough to refer to it.