(Pathetic) Cardiff City 2 Norwich 4

Football changes quickly, massaging your soul one minute and slapping you across the mush the next.

Take the title of the post below this one for example - That team lost 12-3 on Saturday!  

Then there’s Cardiff City FC, the gift that keeps on giving! 

Just when you think the club can’t shock or embarrass fans anymore, the team deliver one of the limpest most lifeless second half performances I’ve seen… ever.

So, why did this City team switch off to such an extent they threw away a two-goal lead and lost in circumstances which were bizarre - even by Cardiff’s standards? What happened?

What makes the Norwich turnaround especially difficult to accept is how well City played in the first half of course. Against a strong side, fancied by many for promotion, the Bluebirds controlled the game with slick passing, flair and desire.

Peter Whittingham orchestrated everything from his quarterback role and big Kenwyne Jones up front was winning battles he had no right to win. The bluebirds were hungry and the crowd were purring, witnessing the most eye catching attacking football perhaps ever witnessed from the home team at this stadium.

Then the half time whistle went.

Whilst myself and the Pop (above) supped a half time coffee, I can only imagine Ole Gunnar Solskjaer was handing out cigars to the players in the dressing room and telling them the job was done. 

He might have also been showing everyone Youtube clips of his best moments from his playing days and showing the lads how many keepy-uppies he can do. 

Whatever happened in the dressing room didn't work.  

As Solskjaer looked on from the dugout (hands in pockets) Norwich threw everything at us as we slowly retreated back down the pitch. Inevitably they grabbed one back and then two to pull level.

At this point Solskjaer acted by making one of his classic baffling substitutions, leaving City with FOUR central midfielders on the pitch and replacing our biggest threat (Kenwyne) with a player lucky to be on the bench (Maynard).

These strange decisions were made with arguably our best striker (Adam Le Fondre) and most creative attacker (Mats Daehli) sat next to him on the bench. 

At this point much of the Grandstand engaged in a simultaneous facepalm moment.  

It’s strange for a man famed for his ability as a substitute in his playing days that Ole often misreads his substitution choices.

Norwich brought on Cameron Jerome who in turn bullied our back four who rolled over for their tummies to be tickled. 

Where were the leaders? 

From a commanding position, the whole operation had capitulated and by the time I’d unwrapped my next sweet we were looking at a demoralising 2-4 defeat on home turf.  

For the first time since his appointment in January, on Saturday it seemed like larger sections of the City crowd are beginning to lose patience with Ole Gunnar's management. 

He’s a likeable fella is Ole, who seems to be able to deal with the club politics and media well. The thing is though, no matter how experienced he was as a player, his coaching experience falls short, needing time he doesn’t have.

Don’t forget though, football can change quickly and tomorrow City play Middlesborough. 

By 10PM tomorrow City could have clawed back some pride, or on the other hand Ole could be under a tad more pressure not only from the furious support but from Lord Vincent Tan and his henchmen.