“YOU BEAUTY! YOU ABSOLUTE BEAUTY!”
9 goals in 7 games. Something I never thought I’d write about Simeon Jackson. 5 months without a goal, some less than impressive performances (and the odd decent one) in that period had most Norwich fans thinking we had another goal-shy striker on our hands. A section of the support were clamouring for the return of a certain Cody McDonald (Thankyou Canary Call) and the arrival of Vokes and Pacheco seemed to be the final nail in the coffin for the Canadian international. Then some men from the north, dressed in claret and blue and the footballing ability of 11 fish wearing Adidas Predators, made their way to Norfolk and kickstarted young Simeon’s season. Striding of the bench, making the Scunthorpe defence look even more pathetic than normal, Jackson took just 20 minutes to remind us all of the sort of goalscoring form he’d shown at Gillingham.
However, the majority of Norwich fans will remember Jackson’s season, not for this, but for 2 moments that took us back to the Premier League. His goal against Portsmouth was ultimately the goal that took us there. A ball whipped in by Fox, and a thunderous header sending tens of thousands of Canaries worldwide into pandemonium. Despite this, Simeon’s crowning moment for me was his exceedingly last minute goal against Derby. Even by Norwich standards, this was late. QPR fans had already started celebrating at Loftus Road. Cardiff were already halfway back down the M6. The 43rd minute of stoppage time. A corner whipped in, Russell Martin’s shot cleared off the line, then….well, I don’t know. Jackson ran off celebrating, Carrow Road erupted in an orgy of relief and ecstasy, several fans sought immediate medical attention and Neil Adams exploded in the Radio Norfolk commentary box. That was the day most of us knew it was possible. As the Carrow Road cleaning staff were sweeping up the remaining pieces of Radio Norfolk commentators, the realisation was settling in. We can do this. And that was thanks to Simeon Jackson. Although I doubt he had a clue what happened either.
His amazing tally of 9 in 7 brought him a well deserved Player of the Month award, and a hatful of extremely well deserved plaudits. If he’d had any sort of consistency over the season, he’d have been right up there with Grant Holt and co for Player Of The Season too. And even if he doesn’t get a decent run in the Premier League, he’ll still be remembered by every single Norwich fan. Not just for being the best Canadian to pull on the yellow and green, but for scoring the goal that took us back to the top. And that is fine by me.
by Matt Worman