*Listening to Suspicious for the Winter – Empty Streets*
Well ain’t that a relief. It’s August and the football’s back.
Typically, Norwich failed to get off to anything like a flyer, but at least we are a full five goals better off than this time last season, eh? Optimism has crept up on me recently from somewhere, it’s sure to escape midweek when we no doubt crash out of the cup in something of a whimper. We’re no cup team.
The omens were against City from the off though, playing on TV and first game of the season are games rarely won by Norwich.
I think I may have missed something during pre-season, when did the rule come in that tackling was now outlawed? Not that anyone’s told Andrew Crofts though, especially last week against Everton.
Take Cardiff’s 1-1 draw with The Blades. Matthew Lowton, the next of their talented full-backs it seems, went in for a crunching 50-50 but was just beaten to the ball. Nothing malicious, just a good-old hard challenge from both players. Then over trots Premiership referee Peter Walton brandishing a red card.
It seems to have been getting worse year on year but this could be breaking point. Then again, maybe it’s because of last seasons jaunt in League One, where that would have been a free-kick at best.
When you take into account diving, feigning injury, getting other players booked and the like, football is in a very bleak way.
So excuse me while I watch Pakistan fail to catch a cold instead of that pointless game at Wembley. There are too many tears for me.