Things we are sort of guessing: Bristol City (H)

We can’t say the predictions have been accurate, but predictions we’ve made. The Little Yellow Bird gang are looking ahead to the visit of Bristol City, and feeling pretty damn good about it.


Oppo Overview:

It’s been a bold start for the boys from Bristol who are unlikely to be unnerved by a visit to an albeit rejuvenated Carrow Road. They’ve proven they are both dangerous and determined, scoring the division’s highest goal tally and salvaging points in four of the five occasions they have fallen behind. Their fans will not want to count any baby robins before they hatch, with 2016/17 starting similarly before falling into practical freefall. They required a late surge – perhaps an Easter miracle – to climb to the safety of 17th.

A reshuffling of players was marked this summer by the departure of old guard Mark Little, Lee Tomlin and Europe’s best striker, Aaron Wilbrahamovic. Reinvesting some of this wonga, they copped Senegalese striker Diédhiou for a club-record fee, however it is academy product Bobby Reid who has perhaps finally come of age, doubling his count for last season already (6).

It’s what you call a proper Championship clash. It’s the Canaries vs the Robins. It’s the Battle of the Birds – or at least that’s what we’re calling it, despite that sounding more like a Monty Python sketch than a football game.

Could a Robin or a Canary carry a coconut, I wonder?

Fun fact:

 John Cleese is a Bristol City fan. Okay, okay! With all those references that’s now far too obvious.

Perhaps more interesting is the fact Bristol City lost to Manchester United in the 1909 FA Cup Final which was the latter’s first major trophy. Since then United have won 20 top flight titles and 12 FA Cups, while Bristol City have won, well, not much. A proper ‘what if’ moment, hey?


SW: So far our predictions have been way off the mark, so stop reading RIGHT NOW. Actually don’t, because no one could quite have predicted the physical, scientific change from liquid to SOLID as f*** that our defence has taken. I hope, I pray, it stays that way. Oliveira’s injury is a blow but the team spirit and momentum is now there. Let’s have it.

Seb Foresees: A convincing win. 2-0 to The Norwich.

RJ: Bristol:C will come to FCR buzzing with confidence. They’re unbeaten in their last six league games, have only lost once in the league this season and thumped Derby last time out at Ashton Gate. As well as all that they dispatched Premier League Stoke from the Caribbean Queen Cup in midweek.

The Not The Gas have been involved in some high scoring games and are top scorers in the Championship to date, so expect our solidifying defence to be put to its toughest test yet. They have conceded a few too (only two less than us) so it seems obvious that we’ll see a high scoring match where football is the winner.

Rich Reckons: Me ol’ darluns 1; Me luvvers 0.

ZW: We appear to be on somewhat of a roll, especially if you discount August as ‘warm-up football’, as I like to do. I don’t want to get carried away, and Bristol City have started incredibly well, but there is a little bit of a buzz back around the team and we have to take advantage of it when we can. It’s about time we scored a few as well, just to stop the worriers worrying that we’ve lost our prolific touch in front of goal. Let’s go for it lads, and assert ourselves on the league good and proper.

Zoë Assumes: 4-1 to the mighty Norwich, up the football league we go.

CT: Three wins out of four. An actual defence. Norwich have suddenly found their mojo. As have I, after being the Victor Meldrew of score predictions last week. We collectively go into this game full of confidence, but so do Bristol City- themselves on an eight game unbeaten streak. The new streetwise Norwich, however, cares not for such details. Just as we ended Sheff Utd’s winning run at Bramall Lane, I fancy us to do the same to the Robins, who’ll be bobbin back empty handed.

Clare Calculates: A tough game between two in-form teams, but one we will come out as Victors. Not Meldrews. A bubbly 2-1 win.