You may, or more likely may not, have noticed that there has been nothing but a faint crackling on the Future’sBleak radio waves recently. And there’s a very good reason for it. In fact there aren’t many better reasons for me not to have been wasting your precious time. I’ve had no reason to vent my spleen.
This was all compounded during the Bristol City game at Fortress Carra. Simeon Jackson, faultless in terms of endeavour, effort and other not-necessarily-beginning-with-e adjectives, missed a guilt-edge chance. And got applauded. Applauded. The whole of Carrow Road doing their best to give the little Canadian a bit more heart.
This on top of the best atmospheres I can remember, away at the Walkers. The crowd reaction Monday echoed that on the pitch to Wilbraham’s goal at Leicester, a strong team bond all headed in the same direction. Together. (Click here for a very good blog on that very point courtesy of the Pinkun). The new Norwich way, is this?
While the teams in the mix were leaving second-place for one-another, City have taken the mantle and sit in pole -well, second position. Not that this is going to be a Bahrain-esque procession to the flag, more Spa in the autumn rain then sun then rain then sun then rain then sun then hail and you get the picture.
So good in fact is the situation that with Scunny set to visit soon, a few goals could really put the pressure on Swansea. Not that we’re taking Scunny as a given of course, no game’s easy, no three points are guaranteed. But thankfully we won’t be the first team to play them while they’re manager-less. Swansea are now just one goal ahead in terms of goal-difference, overturn that and we could even afford to lose at the Liberty and remain in second.
A ludicrous prospect, I’m sure you’d agree.
The race for the promised land is far from over, far from scripted. There are plenty of twists and turns to be had, and we’re Norwich fans. That’s never been easy. It’s in our hands, which is much better than it being in The FA’s.
