This is what happens when you’ve too much time on your hands. Endlessly trawling through Twitter in the hope of finding some light amidst this awful darkness. I found it in the shared experience of those naming footballers who’ve meant a lot to them. Anyone from Puskas to Pukki. But what really inspired me to […]
Try as I might, the Barry Butler Memorial Stakes is simply a one-horse race
To quote his exact words, Rick wondered whether I'd fancy 'Running through the list of runners and riders…' in respect of Norwich City's Player of the Season.
That racing terminology is quite apt. If we drew comparison with, for instance, the Grand National, it's probably true to say most of our runners and riders would have been down by the time they'd reached the Canal Turn. Some hardly even started!
All we can do is hope that those …
My hope for 2008? That it proves a great year for both Martins, Chris and Ricky…
The Editor very generously offered this correspondent an option when commissioning a festive article.
You can either look back on 2007 or forward to 2008, he said.
I'm hugely grateful for the choice, because you could easily sum up what we've witnessed this year with a few well-chosen and rather disparaging words. It would take someone far brighter and more analytical than me to even begin to contemplate the 900 word diatribe The Boss normally …
Farewell to the golden boy of a golden era. Graham Paddon, 1950-2007.
How very sad that at a time when Norwich City is at its lowest ebb for many years, the club should lose one of its finest ever players.
The death of Graham Paddon at the age of just 57 is a huge blow to those Canary fans for whom the early 70s was a golden era at Carrow Road.
A golden era in which he was the golden boy.
Sudden departures sometimes cloud judgements and inspire exaggerated and unworthy testimonials. But in the case of Paddon, every word of praise …
Roeder’s first task? Righting the wrongs of the past three-and a half years…
In the last 40 years, some illustrious and highly respected managers have given Norwich City a wonderful profile.
Ron Saunders took them to football's promised land for the first time, and the likes of John Bond, Ken Brown, Dave Stringer, Mike Walker and Nigel Worthington enjoyed varying degrees of success in keeping the green flag flying high.
If Martin O'Neill had been given his head and allowed to develop what was clearly a potentially outstanding managerial …
Appointing a new manager can be such a mug’s game. Just ask a club director…
When Peter Grant took over the helm at Norwich City, the club's directors could have been forgiven for thinking they'd employed the man with the Midas touch.
Inspirational and passionate in his job interview, he backed that up with compelling evidence on the pitch. A 1-0 win at Birmingham City was followed by the same scoreline against early season leaders Cardiff City.
Two wins, no goals conceded; it seemed too good to be true. Sadly that proved to be the case.<br …
Dion fast earning his place in that 30-something Hall of Fame
It wasn't quite how Dion Dublin would have chosen to celebrate his Carrow Road anniversary.
Virtually a year to the day since arriving in Norwich, his all-round contribution to the club deserved so much more than the humiliating finale to City's match at Charlton.
Dublin's seen it all in more than 20 years of professional football, but surely he can't have witnessed many worse decisions than the red card that was brandished in his direction after little …
Blink and you would have missed City’s start to the season. Give it time, give it time…
Eight seconds. That was the sum total of the highlights of Norwich's opening match at Preston on ITV's The Championship. Eight miserly seconds.
Not enough time to see a single Canary get anywhere near the ball. Only David Marshall was caught on camera, diving despairingly as Kevin Nicholls' shot slapped against the goal frame.
Hardly the most auspicious start to a new season.
Yet, it was what we didn't see that really intrigued me. And …
Right now, I have to admit, my glass stands half empty after Earnie’s exit.
This must be the worst time of the year.
Having to put up with Wimbledon, when the start of the new football season still seems light years away. Sorry, but Federer and Nadal just don't do it for me.
And as much as I love to see a young British driver on the podium, Hamilton just isn't in the same league as Huckerby. You can keep your Formula One; football's the real deal.
Maybe it's me, but the last football season seems ages ago. I just wish I …