Funny that of all the animals they could have chosen, the humble bluebird was the one that Cardiff City Football Club chose. Think carefully about that bird for a few seconds, what images does it conjure up? Surely of all the things a bluebird can mean, then happiness, positivity and good times are the most often thought of. After all, there's apparently bluebirds flying over, the white cliffs of Dover eh? Trust me i am going somewhere with this.
Cast your mind back if you will (or if you can) to a time not so long ago. I'm talking about 6 short years ago when all at Cardiff seemed lost. The club had just sold it's iconic captain Graham Kavanagh (amongst many others) and it was revealed that far from being on the verge of starting the new stadium the club was in deep, deep debt and on the verge of administration. Unfortunately this was a pattern that seemed to be all too familiar for the next three of four years despite on the pitch success.
Hardly the song of a bluebird is it? Not quite the positive story we were hoping for, yet not all was lost. We were about to embark on a journey that took us to the playoffs two seasons running, an F.A Cup final and the Playoff final just 90 minutes from the premier league and finally the bluebird began to sing. The new stadium was complete, the attendances had increased some 10,000 a game and the squad was better than ever. However, just as all seemed to be clicking together once again Cardiff City fell at the last hurdle and the most successful manager in some 40 years was sacked. Once again, the bluebird went quiet and the voices of disharmony and negativity were once again rife on the terraces.
Now where are we? We are sixth in the table after eight games, unbeaten in five games and all this despite losing that longest-serving manager, his staff and twelve, yes count them, twelve players. Which other club in the NPower Championship could have lost the likes of Jay Bothroyd, Michael Chopra, Craig Bellamy, Chris Burke and Jason Koumas and still make progress?
I get hugely frustrated with fickle football fans and their desire to drag the club, it's players and staff down in the mire with their constant doom-mongering. Isn't it about time for the Bluebird to shine again? If you listen carefully you can hear its sweet sweet song, drifting over the terraces like a warm bath after a hard game of football. If you insist on being one of those people who are quick to criticise and slow to praise then please, do us all a favour and don't bother turning up because to be frank, we don't need it.
This club is on the move, it's not a season of transition, it's a season of progress. Malky Mackay and his staff have got the boys playing from beginning to end and this never-say-die attitude has impressed anybody lucky enough to see the bluebirds this season. No longer will Cardiff City Football Club be seen as a club of Prima Donna's who can't play as a team, but as a battle-hardened unit who will fight for the points to their dying breath.
Now dust off your shirt, get out that scarf, wear that old hat or simply chuck on a Cardiff Coat and once again let's see those Bluebirds shining in the autumn sun.
Bluebirdblogger
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