At times I watch Norwich and am left to wonder whether some of our players have the right attitude this year.

I have the – hopefully misplaced – feeling that some feel that they only have to turn up to Carrow Road at 3pm on a Saturday afternoon and we will win. After all, we were Premier League players last season.

Before I receive complaints, I am not talking about all of our players, just one or two.

Fourteen games in, we have all realised that it’s not been as easy as we all had hoped. I had expected that, after some very lacklustre performances of late, we could have upped our game by now. Apart from Wolves away, I am struggling to think of a game where we really performed at our best. I think ‘average’ sums up our season so far.

The Championship isn’t an easy league, there are a lot of teams that will be in and around the promotion chase throughout the season, and it’s certainly not a given that anyone is guaranteed promotion. Saying that, we have quality players that should know how to hold on to a 2-0 lead at Fulham, let alone throwing away three points in the last minutes at St James’ Park.

It hasn’t helped that our home performances have left a lot to be desired at times too. Apart from Wes’ master class against Rotherham, it’s left the fans little to get excited about, which is my only explanation for the flat atmosphere at Carrow Road this season. Even the Snake Pit was eerily quiet through a large chunk of the game on Saturday.

To say that we were poor on Saturday is being kind. Robbie Brady, in my opinion, has long since wanted to be elsewhere. Apart from the great goal he scored at Molineux he hasn’t shown the same skill and flair we see when he dons his Republic of Ireland shirt.

I am not going to just single out Robbie Brady as I don’t think any of our team came away from the game against Preston looking great. Wes was kept quiet by the Preston players, Tettey found it difficult to complete a pass, Murphy looked out of his depth, Dorrans showed little of the form that he has had in previous games, and the late injury to Pinto meant that we missed his great runs up the right.

The only glimmer of hope was when Alex Neil made an unusual double substitution early in the second half and Pritchard looked like he could create that goal-scoring opportunity. It wasn’t to be, and as I left, boos rang out around the ground - number three on my list of things I hate at football.