Melissa Rudd

It was a freezing February night in 1996 when I first laid eyes on Carrow Road.

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As the Fulham fans belted out chants of “We are going up” at the full-time whistle on Good Friday, it was hard not to feel envious.

If ever a crowd needed to see goals to warm them up, Saturday was it.

It says a lot about where Norwich City find themselves at this moment in time that matters on the pitch were almost a sideshow this week.

When the stadium announcer declared that six minutes had been added on against Bolton on Saturday there was an audible gasp of excitement.

For five short minutes it seemed like the unthinkable was going to happen.

The last time Norwich played Ipswich, his name was being sung jubilantly in the hours before kick-off by the hoards in green and yellow outside the Station Hotel.

There is a certain buzz that fills a stadium when an attacking player has space to run in front of him and the ball at his feet.

An excellent performance against one of the Premier League’s elite followed by a lethargic one at Carrow Road.

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