Welcome to a new fan website/blog all about Norwich City Football Club.

I’ve been following the Canaries from the early 1990s and it’s fair to say there have been more than a few ups and downs over the years.

Dreams of a Premier League title and European football quickly turned to relegation and rancour in the space of three seasons. This young and naive Norfolk boy didn’t really consider at the time when those heady days would return, let alone if that may have been as good as it would get in my lifetime.

Finishing third in the inaugural Premier League season was a thing that happened, as important and as insignificant as anything else to a 10 year old.

What mattered was that it had been fun. John Deehan spotted me from the open-top bus during the Lord Mayor’s Procession and got a bunch of my favourite players to wave at me. Supporting any team other than Norwich marked you out as an oddball at school.

It continued to be fun for another year or so. Then it was not fun, John Deehan was being waved at in a different way and the Man Utd glory hunters started reappearing, not least at Bryan Gunn’s testimonial game when every touch by Eric Cantona elicited shrieks from thousands of the buggers that had invaded Carrow Road.

I sat there seething, remembering the cheating git back-heeling a prone John Polston in the face (and getting away without even a booking, of course) and hoped that maybe the fun part would begin again.

And it did, after a while. From Worthy’s Wonders to the Lambert revival, a magical day out at Wembley and Farke’s German revolution, the good times are what suffering through the bad times are all about.

The 2025/26 season promises to be more good than bad. I’ll be following it, and writing about it, either way.