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Walking past the plumbing shop on Tod road, a thought struck me, do people still buy bidets, in this day and age? Fortress Turf Moor beckons and as I purchase my Striker Draw ticket and take my seat in the Bob Lord, a sense of real anticipation can be felt. We are full of confidence as we're in such great form, let the game begin.
After a bit of a ponderous start when Jensen saved well from a Lita strike, Robbie set up two glorious chances for Thompson and Clarke. Poor Steve hit the post and Clarke scuffed his shot, which was cleared off the line. Even I could see that we should have been two up after the first ten minutes.
I then spotted Delia in the Directors box with her green and yellow Doctor Who scarf, looking as though not a drop of cooking sherry had passed her lips, well done Delia. I then spied Mrs Kilby, who I must say has a fantastic collection of coats. She had a lovely purple Mac on and is a very passionate Claret, always on her feet giving it what for. You go girl!
As the game progressed, the team were looking smooth and polished. The combo of Blake and Eagles, henceforth known as Beagles, were a sight to behold. As Joey was lying injured, I noticed Roeder's assistant, Lee Clark having a bit of banter with the BL faithful, all seemingly going unnoticed by the Fourth Official. In fact he seemed to be spending most of the match writing his horse racing tips in his little black book than keeping an eye on the antics of the Norwich bench, the sly Fox. I do so hope he remembers to place his bets this time.
Half time approaches and the glorious sunshine beating down on the JH stands, meant that every time Brian hoofed the ball up the pitch, it looked like everyone was saluting Captain Mainwaring in an attempt to shield their peepers. A marvellous sight.
After waiting an age for my half time brew but enjoying the Pie and Chips competition, I was informed that there was a poor showing by the Adam Blacklaw food bar staff and my fellow poster Righteous Trash had the misfortune to queue for fifteen minutes and then to be told they had run out of pies. What a shocker.
The second half begins and Burnley's good form continued. Robbie was to have a hand in the first goal, as he laid the ball off to McCann who then played a perfect through ball to the onrushing Eagles, he then slotted it easily past the Norwich goalie. This then provoked a fit of pique by Glenn Roeder who violently kicked a bottle of Lucozade in the direction of the Fourth Official. As the Assistant Ref was busily writing his shopping list, this too went unnoticed.
Before long, Roeder was even more enraged as Robbie played in Eagles again who raced through to coolly lift the ball over the keeper and clinch the points for the mighty Clarets. For the rest of the game, a poor Norwich side barely threatened, a Lita chance apart, McCann and Pato had chances to add to the goal tally for us.
The Fourth Official then put his board up, ballerina style, to indicate four minutes of added time. This was played out in and around the Norwich area, pretty much like the match really. The final whistle put an end to the Canaries misery and ensured that we Burnley fans were in for a "Bootiful" evening.
What a long journey home for the Norwich fans after that display. The Clarets are sitting comfortably in fourth and I'm really looking forward to the rest of the season.