It was just over three years ago when we laughed our little cotton socks off at an audio clip of a post-match summary from Radio Suffolk’s Chris Goreham… Brenner Woolley.
Ipswich, who were obviously in League One at the time, had just been beaten 2-0 at home by Portsmouth, and Woolley concluded his commentary with the classic line:
“The boos are back at Britain’s most miserable football club.”
Oh, how we laughed.
But who’s laughing now?
If Chris had uttered the same line as he drew a line under his City v Bristol Rovers commentary yesterday, few City fans would have contested it. Supporting Norwich City right now is an undeniably miserable experience. Joyless too.
Not only is the football of a variety that it could send to sleep even the most hardcore insomniacs, but the club is, for now, still governed by a couple who openly despise a section of the supporters. The funny thing is, they think they hate only 20 percent of us when, in reality, they hate 80 per cent of us.
But anyway, that’s not the point. The point is we are being dished up a stinking brand of football to watch and expected to just lump it. No one in power at our club appears overly bothered by it. They assume, like the good, subservient lapdogs that we are, we will renew our season tickets en masse as is traditional in these parts.
They could, however, be in for a shock. It feels like a tipping point has been reached.
Even folk who could, in the past, have been described as Delia Smith loyalists are fed up and tired of her refusal to accept that anyone else, even Mark Attanasio, is capable of running our football club as well as her.
“You have no idea”, is the now infamous retort to suggestions our club is not being as well run as she would like to believe. But those four simple words told a story.
And so when Carrow Road makes clear its displeasure at the latest offering of stodgy football nothingness overseen by a head coach whose sell-by date expired in mid-October, it knows that displeasure falls on deaf ears.
We are sick to the back teeth of Wagner-ball and have been for ages, yet we also know we are stuck with it. We have, after all, been on far worse runs of form than this – runs that have included 6-2 humpings and runs of consecutive defeats.
So consecutive 1-1 draws are hardly going to stir Ben Knapper and the board into action.
Talk about this being a thoroughly miserable club to support. And part of that is borne of us feeling so helpless.
We do not, of course, want to be one of those clubs (looking at you Watford) that hires and fires with impunity but to be of the other extreme is potentially just as damaging. And we have a track record of being of the other extreme under Delia and Michael.
Other than to those that matter, it is very clear that David Wagner has nothing left to give, but still we plough on to no avail whatsoever. More of the same old tired tactics, selections, and excuses.
That is what likely lies ahead, interspersed with the odd win that will convince Delia and Michael that good times are just around the corner.
But they are really not. If we continue on this path there will be no good times. Only a further slide into Brenner Woolley’s land of misery.
Like I said, then who will be laughing?