Goodnight Norwich, wherever you are…

One is brought to wonder, at this time of year when there is little to moan of in terms of homegrown despair, about the powers that be who in some way or another define our destiny for the season to come. The most immediate impact surely, comes from

There was that big club, you know, they wore white...

It sounds strange to say, but administration could be the only way Leeds United fans may get to see their team back in the top leagues before 2026.Money and football are odd bed-fellows as we all know. At the top there are millions of pounds floating

If you can’t beat ‘em…

It’s never a surprise when someone bigger than you decides they want some of what you’ve got, and takes it. That is exactly what our American cousins have set their minds on when it comes to our beautiful game.After 30 years of soccer being a virtually

All to play for...

After (yet another) collapse on Monday (not me – the team) I wandered home in a state of bemusement. Following a rather stupid agreement I had with Ginger Pele’s natural father (allegedly) to count the good and bad contributions of Hoozey during the West

Stop faffing around!

So the Football League, not content with having one of the most exciting ‘products’ in sport to market, are looking for new ways to erm…improve the footballing experience. The decision to look into the possibility of introducing penalty shoot-outs to

Padded Cell

Now I’m a grown up. I’m generally quite a nice, decent woman – I go to posh dinners for goodness sake – with men in tuxedos! But put me in a football stadium on any given Saturday (or even Tuesday night) and I develop a strange ability to turn into something

A funny thing happened on the way to the pyramids!

Now this isn’t wholly about football, so if you’re not interested in what I’ve been up to this week, tune out now! For my birthday last month, my darling other-half had perfectly arranged a dream week for me. It involved dropping our daughter off in

A Window of Opportunity?

Despite all the cries of “we should have bought more”, “I’ve never heard of them” and “where’s the money?”, I’m reasonably happy with how this transfer window has opened and closed. Despite the usual moans and groans of “why do we always leave it to the

LOST...

I would like to start by saying “Happy New Year” to all the Canaries reading this, but it hasn’t exactly started with a bang has it?I’ve been trying desperately to think of some good ‘positives’ to cheer myself up and I have actually come up with a couple

Merry Christmas – nice knowing you!

After several erm… let’s just say less than inspiring performances lately, City really put the icing on the Christmas cake for me today against Southend. And let’s not forget – this was Southend, not bloody Spurs and they were down to ten men for half

Going down the dip with you...

It’s been a while since my last blog. To be honest I’ve felt uninspired and more than a little bemused by our play as, I expect, have most of you! Knowing exactly what is going on at Carrow Road is something only a soothsayer could explain at the moment.

State of Play (not the Portman Road pitch)…

I went, I saw and I came back in despair at the fact that a side that showed me how team spirit can overcome weakness at West Brom, could fail to build, and indeed could take a step backwards, against the old enemy. Drury said on Friday afternoon that

You can't always get what you want...

But hey, I certainly got what I needed at the Hawthorns on Saturday!After having a conversation midweek with a friend during which I tried to recall the last match I walked away from feeling “YES! This is my team” and generally having an uplifting moment,

Hanging on the telephone...

It’s been almost four weeks since that fateful Friday13th when Peter Grant was (prematurely) announced as our new manager. Four weeks and six matches – that’s all, not long is it? So why does it feel like an eternity?Well, one reason could be that in

Someone pinch me!

Time to ask the question that is on the lips of every Norwich City fan who bore witness to another capitulation by ‘our’ team – whether at the match (poor souls) or via Neil Adams’ commentary. What went wrong? Once again it seems our players were phenomenally