Deflated, tired and irritable - and it's only day one!

First match of the new season and what an anti-climax!

After a week of hassles with getting the night off work involving bribes, shift changes and threatening to involve HR I finally got Friday off to go to Carrow Road and watch Norwich take on Watford.

Part of the deal was not only to work until the wee small hours of Friday morning but then to be back in at 10am and work until 5.30pm, which meant speeding up to Norwich, gobbling a quick sandwich and legging it down to Carrow Road, arriving at my new season ticket seat with two minutes to spare.

To be blunt, I was knackered, but pleased with the seat and eagerly awaiting kick off. Half an hour later City were 2-0 down and the texts started flooding in taking the piss.

Of the new City players Andrew Crofts looks a great buy and his goal early in the second half gave us a sniff, but that ridiculous refereeing error to allow Watford to go 3-1 up kind of summed up the whole City performance - disjointed, wrong and needing to be put right.

As if it couldn't get much worse it started to chuck it down on the way home and I walked past a man being sick in some bushes.

Then my dad laughed after the revelation that Norwich were bottom of the league. Gee thanks Dad - as nobody else has played yet, and we'd just lost I think that was inevitable.
Still, its a sunny Saturday lunchtime as I write this and the good thing is that in a few hours there will be other clubs at the foot of the table with us.

And given our two goals last night, there's a reason to be positive - we could climb the table quite considerably without even playing!