
Jonh McCormick again:
Not quite half a century ago I spent a Saturday evening in the cellar of Norwich’s Orford Arms, after an overnight coach trip, a long wait until the 3pm kickoff and a defeat. By then I was knackered and only wanted to drink but some of the others who’d made it – possibly the pensioners you read on this site these days – weren’t going to let trivialities such as a loss stop them dancing on the table. After all, we were Sunderland and they were just Norwich. Then came 1985, 2013, and so on, and, maybe, we should acknowledge that the Canaries, upstarts who only reached the top rank just before we won our second FA cup, deserve their Premiership status and are entitled to dance on our grave.