Picture the scene if you will. Norwich City are in freefall. After an unexpectedly good start, with sunny Saturday afternoons of football that smiled on England’s sporting greensward, all bright-eyed exuberance and passion, that joyous sense of adventure that you see with any new-born has engaged with reality, met it full on, and shot to […]
I’ve written on this site in the past of the steady disappearance from the game of the traditional striking partnership, once relied upon by clubs to get them the goals that won matches, points, trophies and glory. In fact, in many cases, teams were defined by their front pairing. Back in the 1970s, for example, […]
Ssssh. Let’s keep it to ourselves. The Premier League hasn’t cottoned on yet. But we know that we have ourselves a centre-forward with plenty of goals in his boots. Or head, knee, backside, elbow, chest and, dare I say it, groin. A true centre-forward, a goalscoring number nine (or ’22’), the man who would sell […]
As we prepare to reacquaint ourselves with the Reds of Merseyside, it felt like a good time to delve into the archives and re-post an Ed classic. Also, references to good old-fashioned, bonafide, paper and ink fanzines may just be pertinent 😉 Once upon a time in the not so distant past, there was a […]
In the final part of his trilogy, Ed chats to John about the latter stages of his City career and how, in a final twist in his time as a top-level pro, a surprise phone call took him to one of the English game’s ‘big boys’… John’s burgeoning development as a player meant that John […]
In part two of his John Ryan trilogy, Ed discusses John’s time at Luton and how a certain John Bond spotted more in him than just a steady Eddie full-back… John’s arrival at his new club (Luton) neatly coincided with the end of another journey, albeit one that was a little more challenging than driving […]
In part one of Ed’s three-part interview with City legend of the 1970s John Ryan, they talk about his brush with Billy Wright while at Arsenal, an embarrassing encounter with Johnny Haynes and a close call with Bobby Robson and Ipswich Town. John Bond was never happier as a manager than when he was out on […]
My name is Ed. And I’m a Trekker. I will, at this point, distinguish between a Trekker, such as myself and a Trekkie. Trekkie’s are devotees of the original Star Trek series, as conceived and written by Gene Roddenberry and made by NBC. And I can take it or leave it. Trekkers, on the other […]
Pinch me. On second thoughts, don’t. I might wake up. And I’m in such a nice place at the moment. We’re all in dreamland at the moment, aren’t we? A well-deserved promotion back to the Premier League, our eighth to the top flight of English football since Ron Saunders and his band of craggy and […]
As far as the study and appreciation of Art is concerned, I am, and will forever be the type of person who the artistic cognoscenti would look down their long, thin noses at, regarding me and my simple appraisals of the great works as opinions that matter less, to them, than those of, say, an […]
It’s a footballing fact of life that, every now and again, a young footballing prodigy leaps to the attention of those in the know who immediately, in a flurry of excitement and feverish hyper-ventilating, announce him to be the “next <insert name of footballing legend here>”. The subsequent acres of newspaper space that are allocated […]
Ah, the 1970s. It was the decade when it was firmly believed we’d all be flying around in hover cars, holidaying on the moon and foregoing conventional meals in favour of tablets that would meet all our nutritional needs as we got on with our days. Days that were mostly spent at leisure as the […]
How many of us can say that, back in the day, we really did knock on a neighbour’s door or peer at them over a garden fence and ask if we could have our ball back? For me and my football loving friends in Brancaster, if that ball had just happened to decapitate a few […]
So, Classic FM. Bear with me. Classic FM. It was, for me, the radio station of choice a few years ago if I wanted some comfortable and relatively easy going listening in the background. Bland voices, familiar music. Background noise to work to. Not anymore. The aforementioned station has, in recent years, become so self-congratulatory […]
Inevitably, as we continue to discuss the ins and outs at Carrow Road this summer, talk drifts, nervously, to the prospect of losing a few players that we’d rather the club looked to keep hold of, brave new economically sound business model or not. Not too many yellow and green tears were shed at the […]
Question… What would your reaction be if the Canaries announced that their latest close season signing was Liao Lisheng? Never heard of him? No, neither had I before today. Liao plays for Chinese Super League club Guangzhou Evergrande. The Chelsea, if that’s possible, of a country that aims to be a world football superpower by […]
“I remember Lee Power ordering 40 vodka and oranges and bringing them to the tables; Robert Chase’s face was a picture! On some of the away trips, that bus resembled a disco on wheels at times. So yes, we enjoyed ourselves. But we were professional and we kept fit, trained hard to get the excess out of our systems.”
The tradition then, of course, was not to have them stood on the pitch holding up a scarf or shirt but, rather, sat at a battered old table, pen in hand and smile on face with the manager and chairman stood behind, gurning away in practiced fashion for the camera.
Dave Stringer and Big Duncan are primed, ready and as good as anyone in the country at dealing with the sort of centre forwards we are used to seeing every week, the likes of Alan Woodward, John Hickton, Mick Jones and Bryan ‘Pop’ Robson, all sinew and elbow, the very best that English centre forwards can offer.
Professional footballers, despite what they may say in public, do love to talk about money and the class of 1992 were no different. One of the ex-Canaries I spoke to said he was chatting to some Manchester United players after our first game against them that season and, inevitably, talk of wages came up.