I couldn’t wait for Luton to arrive on a dull fall afternoon. I got up at 8 a.m. on Saturday in order to catch a train

from Prittlewell at 9:30. The majority of fans who travel to Carrow Road do so from Drayton, Dereham, or Diss. By

the time my Greater Anglia chariot moved into Shenfield, the first fellow Canary was noticed, even though a yellow

and green scarf was a far cry from Shrimper-centric Southend. I’m not alone; they do exist this far south!

I finally set foot on the lovely soil of the lovely City two hours and fifteen minutes later. With the exception of the

stop between Manningtree and Stowmarket, the trip isn’t too unpleasant. The Barclay is clearly visible when you pull

into Norwich station, which is a wonderful perk.

You’re not half-gee up. I often forget that nothing changes around here, even though it’s always delightfully

sentimental to be back at my old haunt.

In what way does the Hollywood Bowl remain open? How is Pizza Hut still doing so well? Why does Iceni never have

enough seats?

Following some refreshments with Will, my fellow podcaster, it was time to make the sacred journey from Riverside

to the ground. Having been to several distant stadiums with very few amenities close to the field, I am reminded of

how fortunate we are to have so many good stores and bars close by.

I could choose from a variety of stands as a casual fan. The lower N&P would have placed me directly behind the

goal, the upper Barclay seemed a little far away, and the middle of the Main Stand would have cost me £46.

Ultimately, I was honored to grace the Wensum corner, which was a true party pit. Usually silent and blocked by a

pillar, it offers a good view of every other stand in the ground from a seat near the rear.

Additionally, you have an excellent view of the away fans, which is where I found myself looking with twenty minutes

remaining. After an Adebayo opening, the once-top-flight Hatters were in raptures.

Playing out from the back is the most polarising tactic; exceptional if executed but infuriating if even failing in any

way.

With butch forwards breathing down our necks and a defence designed to head everything away, their plan was clear

early doors.

Their fans then began chanting about their abysmal away form. From that moment on, like the finest glass of irony, I

was convinced we’d win.

Sincerely. Crnac scored the equalizer just five minutes after falling behind, as if on cue. The conclusion of a boy

whose confidence has already been shaken but who has innate intelligence and competence. The ideal reaction, since

the Bedfordshire group received a broader counterattack.

Imagine their astonishment when their infamously weak form—which they were sure to mention—actually

materialized. In order to set up another Crnac finish, a lung-busting Jack Stacey salvaged a lost cause.

The expensive Croatian, who is genuinely in the middle of a redemption arc, scored his third goal in a week. After a

strong first half that led to a lead at halftime, the atmosphere was generally upbeat.

If Norwich and Plymouth had the same score at the same point, would Norwich follow suit and go into full-on

demolition mode?

Not at all. Obviously not. It has been on the clock for 48 minutes. 2-2. Luton’s flawless response in the second half

left the game’s context uncertain.

To be honest, this well-maintained Thorup machine panicked and was pinned back. They remained firm, but it was

difficult to unravel this Luton team. With a five-man defense guiding Borja Sainz and forcing us as far back as they

could, any mistake or harsh contact could result in total disaster.

The outcome was close, and the Wensum Corner was on tenterhooks with ten or so minutes remaining. That or they

simply don’t clap or sing all that much. Who has the power to affect the outcome of this match?

Of course, Shane Duffy. The huge Irishman walked through the middle of the field as if it were a walk on the beach at

Great Yarmouth. Everyone’s second favorite, Emi, scored his first goal at home after a few smooth touches.

Crnac, who had before been timid and feeble, was now a creator and contributor. Lastly, the scoreline accurately

represented the match’s current status.

An extremely likely finisher was the cherry on top, and it came from an unlikely place. Borja, who for once didn’t

finish absurdly from outside the box, received a cutback from Onel. The mood soared when the finest player in

England at the moment joined in on the celebration. Nothing compares to Carrow Road under the lights following a

triumphant return.

Although they appear to be your average too muscular Championship team, Luton ultimately crumbled under our

relentless assault, and the Premier League appears to be a long way off for them.

With the most goals in the league, it’s obvious that we’re doing something right, and Carrow Road’s status as an

impregnable fortress is definitely returning. Ben Slimane looked brilliant, Kellen Fisher was obviously excellent at

left-back, and even Amankwah Forson received a sort of assist.

Yes, it still appears that there is a huge distance between us and the playoffs. Yes, it’s alarming that we’re giving up

ambitions like we’re using a cheese grater to stop a busted pipe. This week has been fantastic for Norwich supporters,

despite the obvious facts.

The minimal effect that six points have had on our quest for the playoffs is outweighed by performances and

atmosphere. What a joyful time we’ve had as the season of goodwill begins.

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