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.