My sincerest apologies...

By Z�e FailI must begin with apologies to those of you who I managed to thoroughly confuse with my November article. I said my first match was against Wimbledon in the heady early days of the Premiership and that we'd lost 4-0.

By Z�e Fail

I must begin with apologies to those of you who I managed to thoroughly confuse with my November article. I said my first match was against Wimbledon in the heady early days of the Premiership and that we'd lost 4-0. We didn't; we only lost 1-0. As required in this day and age of 'apologism', if there is such a word, sorry for any distress caused, especially to those who couldn't remember a game with that scoreline. I'll try not to do it again. In fact, I've found a wonderful website to check results in future.

Well, I did say I was terrible at remembering scores. Male and female brains work differently, so we're told by the experts; it's the excuse I'm using anyway.

In fact, the only reason I checked was because the guy I'd gone with told me it had been 1-0. How do men remember results like that; years later, the scorer, who set it up and from which set-piece or position on the pitch? Yet, when it comes to birthdays and anniversaries, it's another story. Panic not, I'm not even going to go there.

Moving on, I am amazed by the huge numbers still turning out for Norwich considering our position; whatever the weather, wherever the game, whoever the opposition, whenever the kick-off. Ticket prices are a huge incentive - especially to get the youngsters enthralled from an early age. I sometimes bring a couple of lads, sons of friends, because the cost for the whole day's entertainment (!) is so reasonable. Their parents were astonished when I told them how much, or rather how little, a child's ticket is. Both enjoy coming; Daniel's been several times; Callum's been once and is considering converting - if he comes again he wants a replica shirt. All because a child's ticket is affordable and he got to see his first ever league game at Carrow Road. Mind you, we did win on that occasion - and it was this season.

It also comes down to loyalty to the club, being passionate about green and yellow. So imagine my surprise when I read that email from 'sons of Boadicea' suggesting we amalgamate with the club at the other end of the A140 and up sticks to the Diss area for a new stadium. Are you mad? As if any City fans would ever contemplate such an outrageous suggestion.

Finally, my dad tried to cheer me up the other day. He said as it looked likely that Gillingham would get promoted, at least I could get to Priestfield (40 minutes from where I live) for an away game next season. Yeah, thanks dad!