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Saturday, March 22, 2014
“Norwich City’s fans are the best in the world.”
We hear this platitude so often that it has been accepted as truth – and Heaven help anyone who dares to disagree.
Well, I do disagree.
There is no questioning the fans’ loyalty. Unlike many other clubs, including one at the wrong end of the A140, Norwich’s supporters have turned out in force through thick and thin.
During the wilderness years in the Championship and League One, attendances actually increased.
But turning up at matches is only part of what makes fans “the best”.
Large crowds are only as valuable as the atmosphere they create.
A big turnout of people who remain quiet or only shout to moan at their own players is counterproductive – just ask Manchester United’s players.
Sadly, in my 30-plus years as a City fan, I’ve been at too many matches where the atmosphere is dead. And it is very difficult to find a seat in the ground that is more than a seat or three away from one of Norwich’s notorious band of serial moaners.
You know the type: the glass-empty-and-broken brigade who always look on the dark side of life.
In fairness, spiralling ticket prices and deteriorating entertainment have this season made it rather difficult to become too animated.
But the “best fans in the world” would face adversity head-on and use their passion to fire a transformation.
The match-day experience, followed by the depressing Canary Call moan-in, suggest that City’s supporters will tut and grumble the team back to the Championship.
I hope I’m wrong.
And today’s match against Sunderland is the perfect opportunity to show me that I am.