Tim Allman, Capital Canaries I've just about recovered from last Saturday. In the course of the day, I met the only decent S**m fan on the planet, was soaked to the skin, sampled the delights of “Yellows”, was reprimanded for bad language on more than one occasion by my daughter, only just avoided a coronary during the last 10 minutes of the game, and went from despair to joy in five seconds thanks to an eagle eyed linesman.

Tim Allman, Capital Canaries

I've just about recovered from last Saturday. In the course of the day, I met the only decent S**m fan on the planet, was soaked to the skin, sampled the delights of “Yellows”, was reprimanded for bad language on more than one occasion by my daughter, only just avoided a coronary during the last 10 minutes of the game, and went from despair to joy in five seconds thanks to an eagle eyed linesman. And we won against Sheffield United. Again.

It was a sweet, sweet victory against my new most hated club in the division. Barring Ipswich of course, and Derby as they've been promoted. And Watford, and Wolves as well. There's not many teams in the Championship that I like now, as you might have guessed. QPR are more than ok though.

So back to Sheffield United who we have beaten in our last three games at home, and each time it's not been due to our good play or their bad play. It's been down to the match officials conspiring against them. Again.

“I think when something like that happens an assistant should be banned for a game,” said the Sheffield United manager. He added: “They should be accountable for their actions but he'll be out there next week officiating at another game.” This quote was not from Saturday's post-match press conference that Bryan Robson chose not to attend, but after the 1-0 home victory in our Championship winning season, and came courtesy of Neil Warnock. Whinge.

Two years later, Neil Warnock was at it again after we had won 2-1 in March 2005. “I was disappointed with a total lack of respect from their bench, no other reason,” he added. “If anybody was upset it should have been me after losing 2-1.” Our bench, according to the Blades manager, may have been unsure as to how many goals Norwich had scored, so Warnock stuck two fingers up at Nigel Worthington just so he knew. Blub.

And two years later, Sheffield United returned to Carrow Road to lose yet again at the hands of the officials. Never mind that Brian Robson's team were awful and could barely string two passes together during the first half. Never mind that the residents of the City stand and the NCFC Board thought that some sort of vendetta was being waged against them by the Sheffield United back four, as ball after ball ended up in row X from their hoofs out of defence.

Robson, conveniently forgetting that his side had missed a hatful of presentable second half chances, chose to ignore the shortcomings of his highly paid team of premiership wannabes and hold the ref responsible for the defeat, and claim that he had not had a decision all season. Oh well, he must have used them all up playing for Manchester United. Whinge.

But the best quote about last week's game was from Sheffield United striker James Beattie who claimed that Saturday's match officials were laughing at him and his team mates, after disallowing a last minute equaliser stating: “What gets players angry is when the officials seem to laugh it off; you could tell from the shape of the cross - it's just one of these things you know if you've played the game”. Blub.

That short period in which I thought Sheffield United had equalised, although it was for only five seconds or so, felt like those few minutes between when Newcastle had equalised and Dean Ashton had nicked it at the death in that memorable 2-1 victory towards the end of our premiership season. Agony and back to ecstasy, but this time it was miles better. It's always better the next time.

After the game quite a few of the Capital Canaries met in Yellows for a couple of liveners before the journey back to the London. It felt like we had all been in a battle to the death, and won. A friend, Dan Earl, was so hoarse from shouting and singing, he could hardly speak. Gemma my daughter was all smiles, realising from the reaction of the players, the crowd, and her Dad that Saturday had been a special day.