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From lordnewtown

OK, some people will read this message and think bad of me but this is what I'm going through.

I've been a Norwich supporter since I was 8, and I'm now 22. I've never been able to go to games regularly but I try to go to Carrow Road a few times a season and go to plenty of away games, especially those in the Birmingham area where I'm from.

I've experienced both good and bad times since watching Norwich, all part and parcel of supporting a club like us. My three fondest memories are: seeing us beat Everton 5-1 in 1993 (especially coz' my brother's an Evertonian), knocking Wolves out of the playoffs, then winning the championship at Sunderland.

I've also had bad memories, games where I've felt it can't get any worse: losing to Arsenal 5-1 in 1995 just before we got relegated, losing 1-0 to Crewe in 2000, then losing 4-0 to Wolves in September 2000 on a wet Sunday lunchtime.

But yesterday, I hit a new low. For the first time ever watching a game, I actually found myself not being bothered if we lost or not.

I went to Birmingham a few weeks back and witnessed quite a gutsy display, still the old Norwich problems but nonetheless, an OK performance. So, I actually felt confident going into the Wolves game, even though we have an appalling record at Molineux, they have been on a bad run and our lucky win against Cardiff should have made this game a fairly likely win.

Now this game was very very important to me for another reason. And this is what really p i s s e s me off so much, is that whilst the players can play dreadfully and still take home thousands a week, they don't seem to realise just how much time, effort, money and sheer EMOTION we put into the team.

OK, I'm having (or at least have had) a really bad time of it lately, mainly down to being sacked a few weeks ago and all the uncertainties career-wise. Anyway, Friday night/Saturday morning I had quite a serious argument with my wife. Thankfully, we've kissed and made up now but the fact is, when I left my house on Saturday lunchtime (I only live between West Brom and Birmingham), what I really really needed, more than ever, was to go and watch Norwich win, or at least get a credible draw.

Instead, what happened? I was treated to quite possibly the worst display I have ever seen. Forget 'playing' like they didn't want to win, to me it actually seemed like they genuinely didn't want to win. And the thing is, we've become predictably s h i t as well. I know that once Seoul Ke Hyeun got the ball, I just knew we were going to concede. I didn't even bother getting angry because I knew it was going to happen. Even though the referee did give a lot in our favour, we still didn't take advantage. Ashton has lost all confidence, McVeigh has lost desire and Huckerby seems to have lost the will to live. Jurgen Colin was perhaps the only player who could say he performed yesterday.

Anyway, at half time, knowing we were going to lose, I phoned my wife and said that I was very seriously considering coming home, but that if I did, I might never go back. Why torture yourself? Why show loyalty to the players when the players show no loyalty to you?

Anyway, as I've NEVER left a game before the end, I sort of pandered around for a while. For the first 20 minutes of the 2nd half, I spent my time chatting with a steward in the back of the stadium. Then I decided to leave. I felt ashamed to be leaving like that but at the same time I felt angry with the players for putting me in that position.

When I got back home and sat on my sofa, thinking about the game, thinking about the gutless display, thinking about how I'd just walked out on the team I love, thinking about what that game meant to me on that particular day, I actually broke down in tears!!

My wife tried to console me but it was hard to explain how I was feeling. I felt hypocritical, I'm always saying that even if a marriage is bad, as long as both are making an effort and there is potential, you are obliged to stick it out. Yet here, I'd pretty much given up on my team and I felt awful about it. And you know what else is awful? Is that I know full well I'm going to carry on going to games, carry on being tortured. I could never fully walk out on the team, yesterday was just me storming out for the evening, not filing for divorce. But nobody should be in that position where they find themselves not caring any more.

Worthy's 'spineless' comments were just a joke, he knows that's what he should have been saying long ago, and he knows that he needs to say it now. Unfortunately, getting a victory once every four games is enough to keep him in a job.

I don't believe I'm saying this, but for the greater good, it might not be a bad thing is we get hammered in the next five games and then he HAS to go. A new manager might have the same effect as Dowie did for Palace a few years ago but at the very least, may well provide long-term solutions.

But something has to change. I put a hell of a lot of emotion into the team yeseterday and they let me down big style. I'm not being disloyal, I pay my money so I'm entitled to expect a service. If a waiter in a restaurant gave the same display as we did yesterday, then you'd want a refund of sorts. The players need to start paying the fans back in the form of victories.

Thanks for reading.

Posted By: BSE Canary, Nov 8, 20:10:52