Tag Archives: Premier League

Get in early

The success of an excuse is usually determined by how early you get them in. Wenger’s dropped in a hint at what’s to come if they fall prey to us on Saturday- we only had three players go away to play with the bigger boys, Arsenal had fifteen.

Well, Arsene, who’s fault is that?

This can only mean one thing, send them away empty handed we’ll get as much credit as we normally do. A condescending “Yeah but..” and then they’ll go spouting off about why if it hadn’t have been a full moon last night and the mother-in-law had used goats cheese instead of cheddar on yesterday’s lunch it would have been oh-so different.

Now I’m all for a good excuse, and this is no plead for attention, especially as I fully acknowledge that us slipping under the radar a tad has its benefits. And I’m not for one second saying Saturday’s result is a given, just the other day I incoherently splurged a few hundred words of my uncertainty over which way it will go.

Anyway, I can’t help but feel it could be a return for the dithering De Laet, if only because his pace could be a match for theirs. His banishment to the bench should hopefully have channeled his concentration levels, if he ever manages to keep his head all game he’s a genuine contender for the centre-back berth.

We all know we play better against the bigger teams and despite what they tried to have us believe back in August, Arsenal are still a bigger team. It’s also a game crying out for Fox to control. He should have have space and time to imperiously ping.

And everyone loves to see a good ping.


Good ideas

So it seems Super Chrissy Martin’s fallen off the selection board to a point where he’s available for other teams to select.

I’m sure your mate down the pub’s mother’s friend-from-work’s son’s best mate’s brother knows why that’s so, but it’s a weird one. When The Big Wilba is Continue reading


Back Up

It’s been a while since I’ve been able to sit down and bore you all with my musings. Luckily for you that little hiatus should be over now. It’s probably not the best weekend to find time to start rabbiting about Norwich though, what with this International break an’all that.

Anyway, we’ll trudge on. And talking of trudging on, that seems to be what we’re doing at the minute. We’re playing well in patches, not the free-flowing slickness Continue reading


Making Noises

As usual, all the right noises are coming out of Carra and Colney. We’ve grown to accept it as normal, but it wasn’t too long ago that we were always told how unlucky we had been regardless of performance. Or how rubbish we were and how rubbish we, the fans, were.

But we’ve finally got someone who can do it right, even if repetition is a severe side effect tic. Then again things were a little different this week, we were told this week that our keeper’s ready for an England call up. More of a story would have been a player’s manager saying there is “no chance he’s good enough for a call-up”. Nevertheless, we’ve got yet another goalkeeper peering over the fence of England training to add to the England youth-teamers and our past numero unos. It’s fair to say fortune is aiding it, or fortunate retirements are anyway, but he’s been solid (enough).

We’ve also been told, along with how “brilliant they’ve been”, that our young guns have really stepped up. Again, the opposite would be more of a story, if worrying but it’s not just the young’uns that have stepped up, the squad has collectively. The sight of a calendar keeps this all in check, mind.

But anyway, onto the weekend. I’ve heard it’s a biggy, I guess it is inasmuch as they all are at this level. But daylight between us and them would go down a treat, as would a couple for Morison. He don’t half deserve it. A clean sheet would give that wheel another nudge toward an England cap too, and the defence in front of him deserves it. Especially RMart.

One game at a time and all that.


Out of Nowhere

Going into the last three games, we’d have all taken four points. Mission accomplished, if tinged with a hint of what could have been.

The patronising is even becoming bearable. Us coming away from with our hair being ruffled by the ‘Experts’ in the media is nothing if not tedious. On the other hand it would show we’re doing alright. Continue reading


Up and Away?

Hark at us flying along?!

Three points against Swansea, or more importantly no points for Swansea, and we’re in the top half of the table, best of the new boys and above Arsenal. Heck, it’s only October but still, we can be excused for enjoying the moment a little.

You never know we may never have to leave this division if the ‘Foreign Owners’ get their way. It’s fantasy at the minute, but money talks. Penniless clubs scraping a living have redundant vocal chords, sheepishly following where the money may lie.

Anthony Pilkington of NorwichEven if we were still up in the Premier League when said hypothetical decision was made, I would want no part of it. While none of us would relish the thought of a relegation battle, we would quickly yearn for that stomach-knotting excitement.

Vested interests from the owners, them who pay the bills lest we forget, and they no doubt think they have our interests at heart an’all. Or they’ll tell you that. This won’t or shouldn’t, go through at anytime in anyone’s future but the mere mention of it leaves a bit of a bad taste.

Anyway, if we’re still knocking about for it to cut us off from those beneath us we’ll have plenty of seats to go around. Or we’ll have tickets that are available for more than an hour before selling out anyway.

Then, when the ‘Foreign Owner’s’ rules come in we’ll all fall out of love with football and slide away from visiting Carrow Road to watch stale, dried out football. This sort of thing wouldn’t happen to us, mind. Unlucky and Norwich don’t go hand in hand.


Thumbs Twiddled

These international break don’t half get in the way. Especially since the one man who appeared to need a rest most was busy laying on goals for ‘his’ country.

It also leaves the rest of us twiddling our thumbs a tad, especially it seems if your job is to report the happenings at Our Fine Club. Spare a thought for Continue reading


Tinkering and Tailoring

What with Sir Paul doing his best Ranieri impression, he’s being courted as not knowing his best eleven and/or picking as per the opposition. The three points collected yesterday has gone some way to vindicating his newest philosophy but has also shown his disdain and no time for sentiment.

And I for am all for it.

Dropping Holt on the face of it ‘took a lot of bottle’. But The Big Man hasnt got off to the bruising, gut-busting best we all know and love. His effort can’t and never will be questioned, but it hasn’t quite happened for him yet, regardless of how vague and unspecific that sounds.

We know what he can produce and so do Messrs Terry and Ivanovic, but the use of CMartin with him plainly hasn’t worked. Arguably, the dropping of CMart was the crudest. But the fact that Holt has “been brilliant for me” as Sir Paul never ceases to tell us, he hasn’t allowed the last two seasons of machine-like prolifacy impact his choice of starting eleven.Paul Lambert of Norwich City

Quite simply, there is no place for sentiment in football if you’re to succeed at this game. Lappin has fallen foul of it. Since he’s one of the few remaining from previous reigns, some have a special place in their footballing-heart for him. “He played more in League One than anyone else” they argue. Wonderful as that must have been for him, League One this aint.

Now this is no sleight at The Spanish One, despite my views of the guy. He’s merely my example. The same went for Rusty, he returned gloves-on-hands and we lauded it because a little part of us rememebered him from green-gloved years gone by. We’re fickle and easily won over. Doherty was a chief recipient of this, although thankfully not from us all.

He was here for a good/bad few years and this somehow led people to overlook his patently obvious deficiencies. If he was on a season-long loan and played the way he did for the majority of his ill-fated Norwich career, he would be mentioned in the same breath as Koroma and Leijer.

Worthy would never have dreamed have dropping a player like Holt. Neither would Roeder or Grant. Gunn would have filled in every teamsheet with Holt’s name on it in about July. Lambert knows what we need to do to both restrict the opposition and to impose ourselves.

He also can’t help but put himself well ahead of scores of our previous managers.


Playing the Game

With De Laet doing his best to end his stay at Old Trafford, I had a thought. Maybe, if he toned down his errors, it could be good for us that his lack of assertiveness leads to the odd mistake. A few more, of lesser consequence of course, and his exit from Manchester would be sealed with us primed for accepting him.

Norwich City's Richie De LaetThen I realised an error-strewn centre-back is the last thing we need and it is a ridiculous idea. Admittedly, Doc he aint. But something isn’t right in his game and it will need rectifying if he is to realise the potential he appears to have at times.

Equally as ridiculous is the idea put forward by Craig Fleming on Canary Call. Not a place I try to find myself in too often, I hasten to add. The sentiments he offered are not his alone, many a former-pro have uttered the same words in that particular order.

“He’s never played the game.”

Heck, we all know I love a moan but this is absurd.

Halsey had a poor game, we should have had a penalty, they shouldn’t. They missed any road and he can’t give what he doesn’t see. We could have affected the game ourselves had we found that goal scoring touch we’ve had at hand the past couple of seasons. Halsey didn’t stop us scoring. We couldn’t hit the target or get on the end of the plethora of inviting crosses.

But the fact he has “never played the game” doesn’t stop him doing his job. It’s an elitist point of view players have. If retired players who have “played the game” become referees they would be older than most referees currently in the game. Then they’d be saying they’re too old and can’t keep up with play.

Or they’d have ingrained dislike for certain teams, managers and players. And an inescapable like for other such.

Halsey has probably played the game at some low level. He’s not refereeing because he likes to be berated with such virility or he likes the way those in-ear monitors feel around his lobes. He likes and probably loves football.

Fleming backed his view up by saying “I couldn’t go referee a game of rugby”. Well no, Craig. That would be the equivalent of me saying, I can speak English so I’m going to go and teach Cantonese to a Ring-Tailed Lemur. I don’t speak Cantonese. Or Madagascan. And you, Craig, don’t have an total knowledge of rugby or been involved in hours upon hours of rugby unlike the referees have of and in football.

I make mistakes just as much Ruddy does as much as Halsey and co. do as much as Fleming does and as much as you do. We just have so much riding on his job and so much spotlight on his.

It isn’t easy, labeling him as not being good enough to do his job because he has no experience of a different job is ludicrous.


Stick or Twist?

A Youthful Adam drury

With the transfer window on its last legs, our hands could be forced back into it by the flurry of injuries in our back line.

But if we don’t we just might get by. Our hands may even be tied to do just that since QPR and Man City appear to be bulk-buying. It’s becoming a bit Dale Winton, 2 days to get as much in your trolley as you can.

If we don’t, our options are scarce, but still there. The aging Drury has played centre-back as and when required and the same goes for Russell Martin.

But, given how many midfielders we find ourselves with, two holding midfielders may just do the job until we’re back up to strength. Johnson putting his weight about and handing the ball to a deep-sitting Fox would be an option I would consider if I was in Sir Paul’s shoes.

Not that Fox is Lambert’s flavour of the week given he was one of the “unfortunates” who faced Franchise FC. But he’s straight into my team week-in week-out.

Then again, maybe we’d sit even deeper than we used to, but three at the back means we’d have many more out-balls. Two sitting deep, two wide men and Patches nestled in behind the top two. But then we’re creating space in the centre of the park, something we can’t afford to do at this level.

Luckily for us, Sir Paul is the man with the white board. Difficult as it is to say given the enormity of what he’s already done, it could be his biggest few days at our Fine Club. Despite how simple as it sounds, he’ll be earning his keep by deciding to stick or twist.

I’m just glad it’s him and not me.


Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 343 other followers