With there being not very much to report other than City apparently being interested in loaning the only Brazilian who doesn’t look a world-beater on his YouTube showreel, I thought it time for a dip into the MFW archives. Unsurprisingly, it’s to the Baldwin back catalogue I’ve turned, with Kevin’s brilliant take on the opening […]
In the absence of any fresh content – unsurprising given the lack of news emanating from Carrow Road and Colney – I thought we’d dip into the archives this morning and remind ourselves again what a brilliant writer Kevin Baldwin is and how lucky we were to have him on Team MFW. Appropriately, given what […]
Remember back in the day when MyFootballWriter regularly had writing from proper football hacks, like the Micks and the Ricks? Even then, the ‘…icks’ was part-used (by Wrath of the Barclay, mainly) as rhyming slang for a group of MFW writers. Nowadays that collective noun is mainly used by the good folk of Facebook when […]
As I mentioned last week, find a Kev column and you’ll find a message that resonates … always. In this little gem from 2014, on the eve of a trip to Craven Cottage (goes without saying that we lost), he touches on the impact a football crowd has on the outcome of a game – […]
As I’ve mentioned before, going back through Kev’s MFW archive to find a retro piece that works in semi-lockdown has been a joy. Not least because regardless of which NCFC era or regime he’s writing about, there’s always (literally always) something that resonates. Not going to lie though, this one, from November 2011, narked me. […]
We are so lucky to have had Kevin Baldwin on the MFW roster. A trawl through his MFW back catalogue, in search of a ‘From the Archive’ piece, was a timely reminder of what a brilliant writer he is, and that’s before we even get to Norfolk ‘n’ Good (still available on Amazon and in […]
Remember back in the day when MyFootballWriter regularly had writing from proper football hacks, like the Micks and the Ricks? Even then, the ‘…icks’ was part-used (by Wrath of the Barclay, mainly) as rhyming slang for a group of MFW writers. Nowadays that collective noun is mainly the preserve of Facebook when describing the MFW […]
Here’s a question for you. Since the new Wembley Stadium opened in 2007, how many of the 92 teams currently in the Premier and Football Leagues have played there? Go on, have a think. I’ll give you a bit of time. Dum-de-dum-de-dum…
Forced to follow the Forest game at home via the unsatisfactory multi-platform experience of Canaries Wall, Final Score and the radio commentary, I spent the fifteen minutes after the Forest goal looking pained and clutching my head.
I think it’s fair to say that it’s part of the Norfolk character not to be easily impressed by reputations. People from outside may misinterpret this as coldness or suspicion, but it’s more a case of us wanting to make our own minds up in our own time.
Neil hasn’t said anything which has jarred or rung alarm bells – and while the absence of a foot in the mouth may not sound like a big plus point, it’s actually hugely important. You may not be able to win everyone over straight away, but you can certainly lose them if you’re not careful.
It works within the Norwich-supporting community. I’ve bumped into people at matches all over the country: at train stations, on the walk to the ground, while getting felt up by the friskers and in the stadium itself
I think the defensive failings in the team stem from a general lack of confidence and belief – which in turn comes from the inability of the front two to play together. It’s like a fault which has gone uncorrected and has eventually compromised the whole structure.
I suspect that vocal support doesn’t affect performances on the pitch as much as we believe. It’s a factor, but a relatively minor one; in the case of Fulham, for example, any encouragement from the crowd at the start of the season would have been greatly outweighed by the malign influence of madcap cheesemonger Felix Magath.
What’s surprised me about 4-2-3-1 is how well it allows players to get forward from deep positions; not just the two holding midfielders taking turns to join in with the attacks, but the full-backs too.
Fans provide the continuity at a club. We were here before the current players and we’ll be here long afterwards. We are the ongoing narrative, and spend as much time (if not more) looking backwards as forwards.
The board gave Hughton every chance to sort it out. They gave him longer than many other clubs would have done, and far longer than most City fans would have liked. But as faults go, trying to be patient is not the worst one to have.
My son’s simple, unjaded attitude is a reminder of two basic truths about our situation as supporters: first, about what our expectations should be; and second, that our love of the game and of our team overrides all setbacks
Two memories of Duncan stand out: the roar of the crowd on those odd occasions when he would start to dribble forwards tentatively from the halfway line, encouraging him to keep going and have a shot; and seeing him close up at the Royal Norfolk Show when I was about ten years old.
My biggest complaint all season has been that the team doesn’t appear to know what it’s doing when going forward. There’s been no clear plan of attack; even when we’ve enjoyed plenty of possession, t’s seemed that the players don’t know how to engineer real chances to score.