We got a point. Unexpectedly so, but a point we got. But what was the point?
Too little too late and remarkably achieved without the squad’s chief pointer, Kenny McLean, on the pitch. So ultimately the 1-1 draw at Molineux was, in reality, pointless.
Despite Dean Smith’s declared ambition to glean another £2million or so by finishing above Watford, it isn’t going to happen as we are at home to fourth-spot chasing Tottenham on Sunday who will have everything to play for on the day.
The equally hapless of Hertfordshire contrived to lose 5-1 to Leicester City at Vicarage Road despite taking an early lead but whatever happens in their final game against a wounded Chelsea at Stamford Bridge will be irrelevant as we’ll get nothing against Spurs.
The queen Dee will not be pleased with this as she would surely have liked to rob the Hornets of some PL honey but it ain’t gonna happen and to be fair to all concerned we will finish rock bottom for a simple reason: we do not deserve anything else.
Wolves had little to play for and their fans on social media kind of accepted that, but their mood on Sunday was that of “if we can’t beat this lot something’s gone badly wrong”. This goes to show how we have become the pariahs of the Premier League as taking stick from those who favour the Old Gold has never gone down well with me – or most of us come to that.
I’m pleased for Teemu Pukki to jump from 10 to 11 goals scored this season and we have somehow managed to scrape one more point than Daniel Farke’s squad managed in our last relegation season of 2019-20. I’ve less joy in that statistic than some folks will have but I thought the side that went down last time had something that has been eroded. Character.
We’re in a situation whereby there has been no communication from the top for some time now and how long this situation will continue I don’t know any more than the guys on the Archant sportsdesk do as Stuart Webber has apparently had a hissy fit over a headline written by the Evening News editor that was nothing to do with Paddy, Connor or Sam.
We know this is correct because MFW’s Mick Dennis told us so a couple of weeks ago
To follow on from there, a person with an unshakingly cynical viewpoint [me, not Mick D] considers matters thus:
- We have an intransigent octogenarian ownership who claims to listen to offers of outside investment. Perhaps the reality is different?
- As Martin MacBlain expostulated on MFW very recently, when Daniel Farke was pushed out by Stuart Webber our identity went with him and I am unsure if Dean Smith and Craig Shakespeare knew exactly what they were walking into.
- We have very little left to sell on. Put Max Aarons and Todd Cantwell together and we’d be well lucky to see £20 million for the pair of them in the current market. And less than half of that would be spent on new players – self-funding and all that.
- Our sporting director has told the world and its friends that he can leave when he likes. How very comforting for us supporters.
- Despite that statement Mr Webber [on past experience anyway] is likely to continue with his underlying belief that only players with a residual sell-on value may be signed, which ain’t worth a jot on the pitch in the EFL Championship, let alone the Premier League.
- His wife, Zoe Ward, has been appointed to the Board, which kind of reaffirms that Mr Webber can indeed leave when he chooses.
- Division amongst NCFC supporters has not been at this level since the end of the Chase area and the Carrow Road public relations operation has simply fallen apart since the departure of Daniel Farke.
Martin MacB was totally correct when he wrote that many of us would welcome Daniel back with open arms. Sure I know that’s not going to happen but it’s only a couple of years ago that the antics of Onel, the Stieperdude, Emi, Jordan Rhodes and particularly Zimbo with his support for local education initiatives had us all either softly laughing or admiring what was going down.
These were players you could develop a real on and off-field liking for – but these days?
We never hear of anything like that anymore and that can’t be down to the NR1 PR team. It’s far more likely that it just doesn’t happen anymore. But if you claim to be a community club, why on earth appear to push that community away from behind a wall of silence?
I’d far rather read about Onel’s joy on discovering Argos and watch a quick vid clip of Emi and Jordan Hugill having a lockdown cookery competition than I would want to see news of Brandon Williams being followed from the ground by malicious eejits or read rumours about the supposed decline of player ‘X’.
To simultaneously lose your identity both on and off the pitch so quickly is quite something – but Norwich City have managed to do so and I’m more fearful for our future since the dark days of 1995.
Whether you, dear reader, agree with it or not I think I’ve made my point.
*** I had a plethora of musical outros floating around alongside the butterflies in my head but in a sense of the deepest irony I thought I’d discard Floyd’s Comfortably Numb and go with this instead: