This may seem a strange title for a post that comes only three days after Norwich’s stunning unbeaten run came to an end in Deepest South London, but it was not the team I was proud of, it was the fans.
The game itself has been written about; a resolute Millwall almost bullied Norwich out of the game, and there was a huge Grant Holt sized hole in proceedings.
It was not necessarily the team in yellow and green that made me the most proud, but the sea of yellow and green behind the goal gave me a huge feeling of pride and belonging. Millwall is a fixture that many fickle fans would boycott due to their terrible reputation for hooliganism, but MY CLUB did not experience such problems and sold an incredible 3,000 tickets.
AND it was not just the sheer number of fans at the game that made me proud, but the constant noise from the first whistle was immense, we completely out-sang the opposing fans from the first minute to the last minute. We didn’t let a little thing like losing get in the way.
Wherever I have been with Norwich, whether it be the millennium stadium for the play-off final, or Luton away on a cold February evening, the yellow and green army has always been there in numbers and sang their heart out for 90 minutes.
If you gave me a choice of watching stunning football at a silent Stamford bridge, or watching my team battle and fight their way to win in biscuit tin stadiums, guess what I would chose? No contest surely. KICK IT OFF..
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