Ever sides were.
No edge, no fight, no mongrel, no grit. We're a fair weather team and always have been. About the only two exceptions in our entire bloody history were the Ron Saunders era and the Paul Lambert era. Even the heroes of '59 - after beating Man Utd, beating Tottenham - managed to lose an FA Cup semi-final to Luton. Luton, for God's sake.
Norwich go to Man Utd - even a Man Utd in shambles with nothing to play for - and expect to get something? Don't make me laugh. Plenty of other clubs could do that, but we can't. It's in our DNA.
And before I get too critical: why did I fall in love with this club in the late 1980s? Because, by and large, I'm the same. Many of us on here - certainly those of us who chose Norwich from afar - probably are. The very niceness was the appeal to many of us.
We're a fanbase who clap the players off after getting relegated to League 1. A fanbase who've created a cult of worship for someone who's a very nice woman, but on what actually matters - football - has got far more wrong than right in her time here. A club who travel to a lowly ranked side with nothing to play for on the last day of the season, the whole country willing us on... and lose 6-0.
You want ruthlessness? You want hard headed, well thought out business decisions and an over my dead body attitude on the pitch? At Norwich City? We dither, we fret, we can't make a tough decision to save our lives... and when we finally do, we choose the most unbelievable time to do it, and leave ourselves with no viable (ie. experienced) alternatives to put our faith in. It's cross our fingers and hope for the best instead.
It'll never change. It's just us. If Norwich City were a person, we'd be the nicest of nice guys trapped permanently in the friend zone. And who, even when he breaks out of it for a brief period, learns nothing from the experience.
Posted By: thebigfeller, Apr 26, 19:50:26
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