Well, I for one am disappointed.
I know it seems to be the current thinking among football fans of all clubs that cup competitions, especially the Carabao Cup, are a complete waste of time and an unnecessary distraction.
I don’t buy into that and never have done.
I can think of nothing better than a nerve-tingling semi-final Steve Bruce v Ipswich Town 1985-style, and a glorious day out at Wembley. And after last season, where we on one occasion went a whole month without a home game, it’s great to have the matches coming thick and fast again.
So, I left the stadium dejectedly last night.
The general mood at the match was upbeat after three back-to-back home wins had lifted the spirits of a Norwich crowd, after the doom and gloom of the early season. I suspect that despite their claims to always enjoy moaning, Norwich fans are quick to tune in to any positivity – that was certainly the case this last week – and the atmosphere was really good.
It didn’t feel like a loss to be honest. Although Bournemouth fielded several second-string players, Norwich did too, and the Premier League quality was there for all to see.
City came so close to being in the hat for the next round, and many early leavers probably went home thinking they were.
The omens were there for all to see though.
City ended up with five attacking players and just three defenders at the end, and ‘seeing games out’ obviously hadn’t been on the training schedule that morning. Maybe they should go and watch the England Women’s team for lessons on how to do it successfully.
And there was certainly also some tempting of fate.
When Genesini came on in injury time minute, the bloke sitting next to me said, ‘What on earth’s the point of bringing him on in the 91st minute?’
Sixty seconds later guess what happened?
And Todd nonchalantly walking towards his penalty doing keepy-uppies Spurs penalty shoot-out style against a team that included some of his former teammates last season was just asking for trouble.
This certainly wasn’t lost on the Bournemouth fans who were singing ‘There’s only one Todd Cantwell’ as we walked up Clarence Rd after the game.
So, it’s back to the familiar concentrating on the league again. Or at least till January when I can start dreaming of Wembley glory all over again.