In my time, I’ve looked out of hotel windows at oceans, mountains, lakes, valleys and vast cityscapes, but that view tops the lot. Of course, we didn’t watch the match from the room. But I did spend a fair proportion of the evening looking out of the window at the still-floodlit pitch…
Kevin Baldwin
Question: What have Gary Barlow, the late Steve Jobs and our glorious Canaries got in common? From the ashes they all rose…
Now where was I? Oh yes, Fernando Torres. I mentioned in last month’s column that I was fascinated by his complete loss of form, though I ran out of space in which to explain why and explore further. The reason is that I find myself identifying with his situation, albeit at a much lower and […]
The perils of listening to the holiday CD; don’t stop believing, just have a little patience – ain’t nothing going to stop us now.
There’s a good combination of steel and inventiveness in the side. We’re creating plenty of openings, and (very encouragingly) in a variety of ways; we seem to have more options available to us than we did last season. And contrary to the views of some commentators, we do have pace in our forward line; it’s just that Lambert has opted to start with it on the bench so far.
There’s a lesson to be had in the travails of old Bertie; believe in yourselves, boys. You have all earned the right…
I thoroughly support his approach in buying young, hungry players, most of whom have come from the lower leagues. Signing established Premier League players would run the risk of damaging the collective spirit of the squad, and as we know, it’s that spirit which has got us where we are today.
So, farewell Mr Cock-Up and hello Mr Wenger. This is still my beloved Norwich, but not as I’ve come to know it…
The players appear to be absolutely nerveless; the calmness with which they coped with the pressure and atmosphere at Portman Road demonstrated that the play-offs wouldn’t have proved a problem if we’d ended up in them…
That, folks, was officially my last trip to Portman Road. If that’s as good as the policing gets, I’ll stick to my sofa from now on…
The police, having allowed this situation to develop in the first place, appeared to have no idea at all how to defuse it. We were wedged between a row of horses at the front and vans at the back and couldn’t move. In effect, we were being ‘kettled’ – something I never expected to experience…
I have just passed a minor landmark; nothing special. But thought it might be time to fondly recall my so-called ‘wilderness years…
She views my unbroken run of matches between 1991 and 2002 as my barren wilderness years, when I supposedly cut a sorry figure wandering the country from ground to ground like a poor lost soul, carrier bag in hand to stop my match programme from going soggy.
It takes a brave footballer to keep passing in the 94th minute. That’s why we are blessed with Lambert’s braves
He says there are two types of bravery on a football pitch: the first and most obvious is being prepared to go in for challenges when you know there’s a fair chance you’re going to get hurt; the second is being prepared to take the ball and play it with control under pressure….
Lessons from the day that the Lambert balloon first went up; that the cow in the other field isn’t always the, um, right cow…
The first sign that something might be afoot came the weekend before. I was listening to 6-0-6 (a rare event these days, and likely to become even rarer if Robbie Savage is a regular on there) when a Burnley fan came on and said he’d heard Lambert had resigned…
A festive little ditty or two to keep us all in the post-derby party mood… Happy Xmas, one and all.
Deck the stands with boughs of holly, Four-four-four-four-four, four-four-four-one, Ipswich fans are melancholy, Four-four-four-four-four, four-four-four-one. Those in yellow/green apparel, Four-four-four, four-four-four, four-four-one, Bent their players o’er a barrel, Four-four-four-four-four, four-four-four-one… I had thought about filling this entire column with festive ditties basking in our derby win. But it’s now a week and a half […]
Disappointment is in our very DNA; at Carrow Road and beyond, we live to disappoint
Admittedly, the general level of unhappiness within football is exaggerated by the way the word ‘disappointed’ is used by people within the game to soften their opinions and escape censure from the authorities – a bit like the use of ‘allegedly’ on Have I Got News For You to cover legally contentious statements.
The phrase ‘taking each game as it comes’ doesn’t just apply to football you know..
Perhaps the truth is that I’ve now reached the point in life where there’s more past than there is future. And the past is where much of the best stuff lies. Like playing Sunday football. My career is certainly into the pantomime phase now. (“Where’s my regular salary, boys and girls?” Audience: “Behind you!”)
Football and our obsession with percentages explained. Well, sort of…
‘The attendance at Portman Road is 25,000, including 2,500 visiting Norwich supporters. What percentage of the crowd is guaranteed to feel happy on the way home?’ (Answer: 10%. Even if City haven’t won, we always go away pleased that we don’t live there.)
Ah, the start of another new season is upon us once again…(yawn)…
With admittedly poor timing, we’re going on holiday on Friday; instead of walking down Rouen Road to the ground in the evening, I’m going to be in a hotel near Rouen trying to keep up with what’s going on. But the main reason for my lack of enthusiasm is that my appetite for football has been dulled (only temporarily, I hope) by the World Cup.
Credit where credit’s due…City’s achievement is all too rare. It’s time to party!
The magnitude of what City have achieved over the last nine months is truly extraordinary. First, there’s the simple fact that we’ve gone straight back up automatically. It happens a lot less often than you’d think – and I know, because I’ve checked.
Paul and the gang have so much fun, working together to get the job done!
I’m not being critical when I say that some of the performances lately have been less than scintillating. Yes, I know it sounds critical, but it really isn’t. It’s fantastic that we have acquired the rare and precious knack of conjuring up goals at just the right time; of knowing how to win however we’re playing.
Memories? Well, they’re made of stories just like this… Remember 1985?
If there’s a way to send it to a recycle bin and free up capacity for new information, I’d like to know what it is. And soon, because even new football facts aren’t sticking. Before last Saturday’s trip to Millwall, I had to look up who scored when we beat them at home on Boxing Day. And that really isn’t good.
Happy New Year? Happy New ‘Yeah, wanna make something of it?’ more like…
Given my soft spot for hard feelings, I should really be savouring the ‘Week of Grudge’ we’ve got coming up with our games against Walsall and Colchester. But there’s something that doesn’t feel quite right about it. I think it’s because the grudges feel flimsy and ridiculous, even for me. There’s no real substance to them.
Tis the season to be jolly, after all. And right now, it is indeed goodwill to all men…
There are plenty of things I could be gloomy about, as there always are when you’re a glass-half-empty-and-by-the-way-there’s-a-chip-in-the-rim type of person. But they’re currently being outweighed by the sense of optimism inspired by City’s form and momentum.
Confidence eh? When it materialises, it’s fantastic. In fact, it’s akin to magic
There’s a belief in the City team that they are going to win, even when not at the top of their game. We can sense it in the stands – and you can bet that the opposition sense it…