Everyone in our village was talking about the match this morning.
Poor little old Ellen (a tiny, very, very old lady) was miserable. She used to go to all their matches, home and away. Now she listens on Radio Norfolk, and if the Canaries win, she has a small glass of sherry. No tipple for her last night...

In spite of the strong winds and cold temperature, my husband wore his Norwich City football strip down to the village shop when he went out to get my paper. He was frozen when he got back, but he said he wanted to show solidarity!
(But the fickle thing has every football strip known to man, and wears them indiscriminately)