If Saturday’s game at Cardiff will be remembered for Ched Evans’ 35 yard wonder-strike, last night’s game against Hull will probably filed away somewhere in a store cupboard marked “soon to be forgotten”.
Pretty to watch it certainly wasn’t at times but the unbeaten run continues (that’s thirteen games now if you’re keeping up) and as far as positives go that’s a mighty big one.
Hull set their stall out early and had clearly decided that a point would be more than sufficient as they challenged the Canaries time and again to break them down.
The fact that particular challenge proved impossible to overcome more than once probably may give Mr. Roeder a few sleepless nights. That so few opportunities of any kind were created probably should.
Jay-Jay Okocha (so good they named him twice) pulled the strings for the Tigers and probably took pretty every set-piece they had before being replaced late on.
I remember one incident in the second half when he had three yellow shirts descending on him and he just casually walked, yes walked, through them all. He’s still a quality player – even if I did chuckle at the Snakepit chanting “you’re not famous anymore” to the former African player of the year.
So there’s fourteen games to go and everything to play for. Was last night a reality check? Not to me. Bring on Leicester.
My man of the match: Ryan Bertrand.
P.S. Our over-reliance on the evergreen Dion Dublin continues to worry me. For me he wrapped up the player of the year award for 2007/2008 long ago but there are seemingly few alternatives to Dublin and Ched up top, and with neither of them stated to be plying their trade in Norfolk after the end of the season our decision to bring in such a large number of loan signings, when looked at from the right angle seems a little short-sighted. I feel one of my long-winded rants coming on…