While Paul Lambert begins his search for a quaint little three-bedroom home in the West Midlands, I, along with many Norwich fans, am teetering between outbursts of anger and bittersweet gratitude. Despite the agony of his departure, Lambert will be forever seated in Norwich history as an undisputed legend, arguably the greatest manager in the clubs 110-year history.

From the dreary rock-bottom of England’s third league of football, off the back of a 7-1 demolition at the hands of Lambert’s Colchester United, the scot dove in head first and grabbed a dying club and performed close to three years of life-saving football resuscitation. After 142 matches, 70 wins, a League One winner’s trophy, two League One manager of the month awards, named League One manager of the year, a Championship runner’s up medal, named Championship manager of the year Dr. Lambert has nursed the Canaries back to full health. The reconstructive surgery had made the team more attractive than many had ever remembered them being.

Paul Lambert, to you Norwich City will be eternally indebted.

With that out of the way, how about an outburst of anger?