Over two months ago, I became so incensed by events at Norwich City that I found myself ringing Canary Call to rage about those responsible for running our beloved football club.

My initial call, taken by the show producer, was all over the place. The red mist had descended. My thinking was jumbled, my sentences were mixed; a style not unknown to me when I am at my worst.

I could not stop myself, I felt compelled to vent about all that had been allowed to unfold in the multi-million-pound business we also know to be our much-loved Norwich City FC.

At the time, one man had been allowed by his closest, openly adoring colleagues – one of which is his wife – to devote less than one hundred per cent of his time and effort to his job and be paid handsomely for it. All of this was arranged while he was one of a small Executive team during a significant loss-making financial period for the club.
It is still unclear who pitched the idea. Was it our owners to retain their dear champ" Or the man himself, who had started to show much less love for his employer – certainly its well-paying customers, Snake Pit dwellers and women?s team – as his tenure passed"

We have heard that the job is considered so involved and bothersome, with its significant hours, that every penny is hard-earned. So, to then allow our Sporting Director to reduce his time and commitment placed the future of our club and its vital progress at risk.

It was a criti...