I’m not going to go down Gary’s path of yesterday by having a go at the ITV sports team. Mainly because I would not be as polite and relatively restrained as he was. OK I admired Lee Dixon as a footballer but as a pundit – yuck!
Anyway the result the majority of the world apparently wanted duly arrived, but at least we made a bit of a fist of it in the second half. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as Lukas Rupp briefly looked up, saw there was nothing on for him and let fly. We could have done with a bit more of that attitude earlier this season of course.
The prospect of extra time appealed to nobody so 2-1 to the Reds was accepted by both sides with 20 minutes to go. The very impressive Jonathan Rowe didn’t read that script and stung Alisson’s fingertips towards the end but we were never seriously in the box seat throughout the match.
No gain but equally no shame, this match is consigned to the dustbin of Norwich City history.
Dean Smith diplomatically said afterwards: “It’s frustrating. We knew it would be a tough task as Liverpool are rarely beaten here.
“We gave a real soft goal away for the first, although the second was a good strike and there wasn’t an awful lot we could have done about that. We have had four or five really good chances against an unbelievable football team and you can rarely say that”.
The returning Christoph Zimmermann, switched-on gentleman that he is, added this valediction for the 1,000+ travelling Canaries:
“Eleven days ago when we travelled here and there was a storm we couldn’t fly so we travelled on the coach. It’s a long journey. I’m pleased we just had to do it one way and not both ways, so I can only half imagine what they’re going through just to see us play here.
“I’m happy we gave them a good fight to see and I hope they’ll be pleased with the performance, not with the outcome. I thank them for their support and I hope we can keep that going throughout the end of the season. We need it and that’s what will carry us. It can be one of the decisive factors to make us stay in this league.”
Slightly less diplomatic people than Zimbo thought slightly differently as this little interchange supplied to my Inbox from Posse colleagues Bernie Owen and Alex Bain during the game amply illustrates.
BO: Only a complete wombat substitutes a goalscorer with 15 minutes to go when the score is 2-1. Discuss.
AB: He possibly had it all ready to do prior to him scoring and was trying not to concede any more. Lots of effort in the second half was let down by the first-half display.
BO: Yeah but, he put on that well-known goalscorer McLean.
Make of that what you will, dear readers.
Oh well, we have no further interest in the FA Cup this season. Just like last season, the one before that and the one preceding that and I guess you know what I mean.
Elsewhere Daniel Farke continues to show the great sensibility and dignity he always possessed while he was with us when he discussed his departure from FK Krasnodar along with the coaching team that will be familiar to us all when he said:
“The current political development and the associated requests from our children, wives, families and friends to come home and the loss of all sporting perspectives have now led to this well-considered decision.
“It was very difficult for us because we were received very warmly from day one. We formed a great community with different nationalities in a very short time, who wanted to pursue sporting goals together. With joy and fun. Unfortunately, the serious side of life has now caught up with us.”
He’s a good old boy, is our Daniel. I kinda miss him.
Finally, Delia Smith has spoken with the media to say that she never really wanted biological children for whatever reasons but has 26,000 of us to look after as kind of stand-ins at Carrow Road on a matchday.
Probably sweetly meant but please revise your number down to 25,999 Ms Smith. I have no wish to become one of your *children*.
Oh well, on to the biggest Saturday of the season against the Brentford Bees.
I can’t think of a grammatically superlative term for $hit or bust so please let me know if you can. It’s that serious, this one.
The first-ever widely acknowledged Punk 45, dates from 1971. And oh boy do we need to Do It tomorrow.
Up the Pinks!