Shower of shite

We went to Carrer Rudd on Sunday cos it's the FA Cup and anything could happen plus we were expecting the new manager bounce, Dean no Idea Smith and Craig Shaky Shakespeare having been shown the door. and another Webster stooge David Wagner having been shipped in.

Pint and dirty fries in the Murderers always a good way to prep for the game. Could be the start of  a new tradition.

Got to our seats just as "Kick it off" started (the oldest known football chant). Our seats were in the upper tier of the Barclay End and afforded us a commanding view of the pitch and the infamous Normandie Towers, currently the most lethal place in England for those poor unfortunates caught up in County Lines, Norwich being a major distribution hub for the various firms.

Being up in the gods had another benefit in that the eventual monsoon that had the Blackburn fans in particular scurrying for the bars didn't hit us at all.  What did get hit was the B'burn keeper's gloves as shot after shot tamely found it's way into his gloves. Straight at him every time. 20 poxy wasted corners too.  Their first half winning goal came from a poor back pass from the cart horse like Hanley and three passes into a empty net. Woeful return for Tim Krul, .sometime Dutch international keeper. Pukki is a head lolling has been who couldn't get the ball out of his feet and Head Down No End Product  Onal Hernadez (Blown away by his first visit to the Argos in the nearby shopping plaza) lived up to his name. Only Aarons seems to possess a football brain and seems in permanent despair at the no clue team he tries to get to see what he (and the whole stadium) can see what need  to be done. Big girls blouse Cantwell,  a boy of abundant talent cant get  a run out and looks to be heading of to Rangers. Quite what they will make of his 'drip' remains to be seem. Dereham Dekko my arse.

Wagner's first game in charge ended in boos. Wonder if he has a get out clause...