The season that promised so much according to the powers that be at Carrow Road has delivered rien, nada, zero, zilch.
I am not Mystic Meg, in fact I’m don’t even have the insight of MFW’s *Mystic Kev* but I commented on an article during this week that our season was finished on 05/03/22 after that shameless, gutless defeat at home to Brentford.
Chelsea didn’t improve our collective mood and after Sunday’s cruel but ultimately fair defeat to Leeds at Elland Road, we are dead and buried. Those in charge can say what they like but we ain’t Lazarus and there’s no miracle coming along the tracks for us.
We can blame poor refereeing and VAR all we like but ultimately we have got exactly what we’ve deserved all season. I’m ashamed to say that I can see why the rest of the PL don’t want us in the ‘club’ and as much as I dislike people like Rick ‘stop the parachute payments’ Parry I am unfortunately slowly starting to become aligned with them.
I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to use this comment from MFW regular John F on James Colman’s article but something told me to save it on a template for this week and it was a wise decision because we will not be a big fish in the Championship next season.
“It looks as if the Championship is now going to become as expensive as the Premiership has been judging by the recent influx of very wealthy owners.
“Does this mean that Delia prefers to stick to the self-funding principle even if it means EFL Leagues One or Two?
“How many City fans would be happy under those circumstances to buy season tickets at inflated prices to support her dream?”
We’ll be buying in Poundland next summer with no Max Aarons, Teemu Pukki and quite possibly Tim Krul as well. Precious little of that sales value – which admittedly will not total a relative fortune – will be reinvested on the pitch.
When it comes to the loanees there will be no Brandon Williams and despite his balls-up for the Leeds winner with help from Ben Gibson, he’s been the pick of the crop. No Billy Gilmour either although I can’t say I’m exactly devastated about that.
What will happen with Mathias Normann and Ozan Kabak I know not. But I doubt if either has bought a property in East Anglia in order to put down roots. I hope they haven’t for both their sakes anyway.
Anybody who thinks we will come straight back up from the Championship really needs to get a spiritualist to feel their bumps.
None of the parachute money will be spent on the oh-so-necessary squad rebuild. Self-funding doesn’t allow for it I’m afraid.
Right now it is utterly joyless to be a Norwich City supporter and the lingering death of this season equates to what we all experienced two years ago under Project Restart. It’s like being forced to be present while a beloved pet – companion really cos that’s what they are – is awaiting euthanization from the vet.
Plus, just like a beloved dog, cat, horse if you’re rich or whatever kind of pet takes your fancy they always have their own personalities, and oh Lordy, isn’t that just what we’ve been missing this season.***
MFW slightly overdosed on the Delia issue last week and her very recent comments on the BBC relayed via a myriad of online outlets have, in her often tactless way, only served to add fuel to the fire of the debate which is very often extant amongst us.
My opinions concerning this matter are often uttered and some folks agree with me while others most certainly do not – and that’s what it’s all about as MFW seems to be one of the ever-decreasing places where non-offensive free speech is still welcomed – and I’m sure not just talking about football-related sites when I say that.
To some NCFC supporters, she is the Wicked Witch of the East; to others, she is more akin to a Florence Nightingale or an Edith Cavell with many views between the extremes.
*** I’ll be back later on Thursday to discuss our lack of on and off-field charisma over the past months in order to attempt to provide some happy memories from previous seasons under Daniel Farke. Maybe writing it will even cheer me up a bit.
As I’m firmly in the Morgan Le Fay camp I am going to use this brilliant song from the 80s as a piece of propaganda. Not really, it’s a great track from the days when UB40 were valid and any old excuse to listen to it again is fine by me: