Well done and congratulations all round

Congratulations first and foremost to the players, who deserve 99 percent of the praise and our thanks for their magnificent results this season.


Congratulations first and foremost to the players, who deserve 99 percent of the praise and our thanks for their magnificent results this season. 44 games played so far, 28 of them won, and only 8 lost. 86 goals scored, most of them fired in by the three Musketeers Holty, Super Chrissie Martin, and Wes. Nor should we forget the defence, who have so far kept 23 clean sheets in all competitions. Particular thanks go to the Magnificent Fraser Forster and his able sidekick Declan Rudd. The team's performances both home and away this season have generally been excellent.

Behind every successful team on the field is a management team pulling the strings. So very well done, congratulations and many thanks to Ian Culverhouse, Gary Karsa, and Ian Crook. But Paul Lambert has emerged as our real saviour this season. In Lambert we trust. 'Nuff said. In the short space of one football season he has risen from obscurity at a small club in a hamlet in Essex to a man linked with the highest sits vac in the land, such as the managership at Celtic. Expect Manure, Liverpool, and Real Madrid to come calling very soon. And don't be surprised if Nick Clegg invites him to choose any job he fancies in the new Liberal Government after 6 May. Fortunately Lambert has already dismissed such talk.

That is because he appreciates the Canary fans who have turned up in huge numbers, both home and away, and inspired the team and the management to reach such great heights. Congratulations to City fans everywhere on keeping the faith.

Congratulations to the unsung heroes, such as those on the subs bench (sorry, they are now called “impact players”) who have not seen much action, but have been ready when called upon to play their part, and patient when not called upon. Other unsung heroes are the physios, the ground staff who kept the pitch at Carrow Road immaculate throughout the season, the admin staff, the catering staff who serve up such delicious grub and liquid refreshment, the ball-boys, the staff at Colney, and even the stewards at Carrow Road. I know some diehards in the provisional wing of the Lower Barclay or the even lower Snakepit may disagree, but come on, 'tis the season to be merry, so well done stewards for keeping us all in order.

Congratulations to our chief executive, David McNally for getting a grip, not running away from difficult decisions, and more importantly making the right decisions when it mattered. Congratulations too to our new board of directors, and to St Delia and St Michael for their unflagging enthusiasm and optimism that it would all come good in the end. This season it did. Open up another bottle of giggle juice. Come on. Let's be havin' you!

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At a more parochial level, congratulations to the Capital Canaries, for whom every game is an away game, for their unwavering support and camaraderie. The bunch of bad tempered hungover people who gather at Liverpool Street at 10.30am ish (or 10.58 in some cases - you know who you are Iain) are transformed during the long train journey and by several cans, into a group of lively and avid supporters on arrival at Thorpe station at 12.50. Particular congratulations are due to Tim, ably assisted by Gemma, and Matt, for negotiating the fare deals, and keeping us all in order and arriving at our destinations on time and in reasonably good humour (except when the dreaded heresy of “Engineering works and Replacement buses” puts a spanner in the works). Congratulations too to Gavin, because he is bigger than me and threatens violence if he doesn't get a mention.

Now with all these congratulations flying around this article is in danger of turning into a Cliff Richard 45 on a loop. So let us also consider some of the less savoury moments this season which deserve to be consigned to the cess pit of history as quickly as possible:

Saturday 8 August 2009. I have already forgotten the score and the opposition. Pre Lambert is pre history.

The ancient regime. Again pre Lambert = pre history.

The cold weather. I nearly froze to death on Ely station after the Exeter game.

Leeds fans, for their behaviour after the game at Carrow Road.

The referee at Tranmere, and the one who refereed our home match with MK Thugs.

The 43 morons from the Snakepit who bravely invaded the pitch after the Gillingham game, only to run back crying to their mummies when a policemen turned his video camera on them.

Roy Keane, who managed to reduce the crowds at Poorman Road even more this season by orchestrating a record number of bore draws.

So the 2009-10 season will go down in the annals of Canary folklore and history as one when we visited many new grounds, (I hope for the last time), exorcised many demons from the past (including the Lord Voldemort lookalike) and returned to the Championship with ease and a swagger. Once the champagne bottles are empty, and our hangovers have gone away, we can think about the issues which will even now be preoccupying our manager. Which loan players should we (and can we afford to) turn into permanent transfers? Whom should we send back to their clubs with a note of thanks for the part they played in our triumph? Which permanent players' contracts need to be renewed? Which need to be given the bad news? Which new players do we need to bring in? What funds are available for team strengthening, given that we are reported to be �23 million in debt? What should be a realistic target for our final Npower Championship league position next season?

Next season is nearly upon us. I for one am really looking forward to it. Last season is dead! On to the challenges ahead. Npower Championship here we come! Watch out Premiership. Norwich are back!