There's only four teams involved in football's top honours these days, so what's it like to win silverware every season? This is the blog of one football fan who decided to, fully and unconditionally, do the unthinkable and change the football team he supported to spend one season at the top... AND NOW HE'S DOING A SIMILAR THING FOR EURO 2008 WITH A MATE BECAUSE THE SEASON'S FINISHED AND THEY'RE BOTH BORED

The Silly Conclusions: Emirates new clothes

The Silly Conclusions: Emirates new clothes


Sorry, I don’t know why I called the last post ‘League’. I must have been in a massive rush.

I was probably trying to think of something funny. I didn’t.

Anyway, more Silly Conclusions

Part of The Silly Season was to see if I could leave one club and learn to love another in the same way.

Did it work? What do you think? I spent most of the recent Arsenal, You’ve Changed post talking about Norwich City’s win over Bayern Munich. I even went and found a YouTube video of that match - which I then watched five times in a row.

Don’t get me wrong, Arsenal (and fans, The Family, of course) had a huge affect on me, and without a doubt Arsenal is my second club forevermore. This season has been a wild journey I’ll never forget, and I have witnessed a very different side to football by spending a season in a Big Four club (as I’ll touch on in another Silly Conclusion post). But, it was not an experience that got rid of my trophy angst - for obvious reasons. (Yes, yes - I know Norwich City won the Milk Cup when I was five or six, but anyone who says they settled their trophy angst at that age is lying.)

It’s been emotional - on both sides
Yes, the campaign of beautiful football, Premier League leading, badly broken ankles, and dodgy penalty decisions were very emotional experiences.

I mean, I felt for Arsenal and I was frustrated, but so where loads of other people. My real feelings were back at Carrow Road - and that’s something I just couldn’t let go of.

I was worried about relegation, I was worried about Roeder (at first)… Hell, I was worried I was going to be murdered after a Norwich fan said I should be live on radio (see Radio Play).

That fact is, not only did I feel guilty for walking away from Norwich for a season, but within a couple of months - after the Emirates new clothes had worn off, so to speak - I missed Norwich City. The canary yellow colour that’s burned into my psyche; Carrow Road; that bloody endless journey into Norwich; Darren Huckerby (Sh*t, I missed Huckeby’s last season!); Delia – loads of stuff.


Don’t get me wrong. At the start, it was bloody brilliant to do something I’d never previously considered - walking away from the shackles of supporting a (relatively) unsuccessful club, and suddenly being surrounded by the Champions League; the chance to win, well, everything; beautiful football; and other good stuff. It was really exciting at first, but so is bungee jumping (probably).

Close, but no Cygan
You know what, if this experiment lasted four or five seasons, I would have become an Arsenal fan.

I mean, it’s just conditioning, isn’t it? If you spend enough time with people, and a certain amount of time watching one football club, it just happens. It’s a gradual thing - there’s no eureka moment.

Even one of the Arsenal fans I met at some matches this season tended to “drift” between clubs. That’s just how he supported his football – he’s been an Arsenal season ticket holder for 12 years up to this point, but if he moves on, so will his allegiance.

Maybe the wider question here is how I feel about football in general.

My excitement has been sucked out of the game for many reasons: high prices, Americaniastion, blah blah blah.

I don’t mind if Norwich City spends the rest of it’s existence in Championship mid-table, but what I DO mind is knowing it’ll never get better than, say mid-table Premier League at best.

Right now that seems pretty good, but it’s having no hope of actually winning anything major, or at least getting close, that is so painful. That’s why this Big Four monopolisation makes me so angry.


Right, stick around for more Silly Conclusions, including stuff I found out about The Family.

Plus, after some fruitful boardroom discussions, a big announcement is coming this week on the future of The Silly Season.

No, I haven’t signed the newly unemployed Sven Goran-Eriksson as a guest columnist…

Or have I?

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Comment from: Jim [Visitor] Email
I found your blog about halfway into the season and have been enjoying it ever since. As an American, I started supporting Arsenal two years ago at an Irish pub in Prague simply because my English wife despised them. One of the reasons I enjoyed reading the blog so much is that you were, in fact, experiencing the same flux of emotions as myself. The team gets under your skin and worms its way into your heart. Thank you so much for a job well done.

The Silly Season: Jim, massive thanks for your kind words.

I think the way you chose your team was absolutely superb. Who'd have thought America, the Czech Republic, Ireland and your lady wife would have come together to give your footballing eureka moment. Truly bizarre.

Arsenal certainly got under my skin, but I'm finding it very hard to resist the club currently still in, er, my heart. As it were.
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