The Lads went to East Angular with last weekend's result burning a hole in their memories, and went home with all three points after a game almost perfectly "managed".
Ba's clever low shot from the edge was the only goal, but we had several chances to add to it - even in the face of yet another substandard referee. The Canaries appeared to have two tactics: 1) if you've got the ball and are going nowhere, throw yourself to the floor, or 2) if you lose the ball in a tackle, throw yourself to the floor AND pretend to be hurt. Bless him, the ref fell for it almost every time, even managing to book Batth for a perfect tackle when tactic number 2 was employed.
It being a silly Sunday kickoff, a fair few of us arrived yesterday, had a wander round Norwich and, in our case, scoffed an eight man curry of the highest quality. I could still taste it this morning.