I’m really not sure how much more of this I can take. The last three games have been an absolute roller-coaster of emotions; each of them ending as a draw, but all provoking very different reactions.

When Stuart Webber talks about Emi Buendia he often refers to his footballing intelligence and, despite the rush of blood that resulted in his red card, the game against QPR showcased two prime examples of that.

It’s slightly worrying that with seven games still to go I’ve already run out of superlatives for Daniel Farke and his young side.

This year’s Player of the Season competition is going to be one of the most interesting for some time.

Last week I talked about City’s discipline, and they needed every ounce of it at the New York Stadium in a windy and apparently post-apocalyptic Rotherham judging by the almost universal absence of people or functioning shops in the town centre. It is indeed grim up north.

A lot of words have been used to describe City’s football this season; fluid, flowing, sexy, exhilarating to name but a few, but one which isn’t often mentioned is perhaps the most important; disciplined.

At Carrow Road in early December, City made a meal of beating Bolton, surrendering a two-goal lead and only claiming the points through a Teemu Pukki strike late in injury time.

I’m not sure that too many of us would have been too surprised by Wednesday night’s performance at Preston.

I’ve had some great moments watching City over the years, but Saturday evening was right up there with the best.

While Chris Wilder has assumed the role of pantomime villain for many City fans it’s only fair to give him credit for the development of a team which resembles the footballing equivalent of a cockroach in terms of their apparent indestructability.

It’s scarcely more than a year since Mario Vrancic was widely derided as too slow and insufficiently physical to cut it in the Championship and Christoph Zimmermann was written off as a German fourth division defender – yet on Friday night both were absolutely central to City’s stunning statement of intent.

When I was growing up the FA Cup was something special, culminating in the day of the final when for just once in the year, TV would devote several hours to the build-up with the game itself the highlight of the football calendar.

Well, at least I now know that my heart must still be in decent shape.

Getting a result without playing well is key to any promotion push, so while it was disappointing to see City have to come from behind having led, albeit somewhat undeservedly, at Ashton Gate, the fact that they garnered a point from a game they could so easily have lost is a real positive.

The last couple of months have seen those who write about Norwich City struggling to find new words to describe their stylish football, but one has been noticeable by its absence: ruthless.

It’s a sign of how much positivity currently surrounds the club that last week’s AGM was more celebration than interrogation.

In Wim Wenders’ recently re-released film noir The Goalkeeper’s Fear of the Penalty, the central character talks about the existential crisis faced by a keeper facing a spot kick. He’d clearly never seen Norwich City take one.

I think that we’re all rapidly running out of superlatives for Daniel Farke and his remarkable squad of players.

You realise that you must have somehow failed as a parent when your son announces that he is going to get married during the football season.

“Attack wins you games, defence wins you titles.”

Anyone wanting a perfect snapshot of this new, vibrant Norwich City need only look at the highlights of Saturday’s game.

Welcome back aboard the rollercoaster!

When you lose at home but leave the field to rapturous applause and On the Ball City ringing around the ground you must be doing something right.

The game against Wigan last Saturday demonstrated how quickly football managers respond to successful tactics.

Last week was pretty remarkable – achieving league wins against three very different types of opponent with Grant Hanley sidelined for every game, and Onel Hernandez for the last two, was beyond the wildest dreams of most City fans.

The first few league games before the first international break always feel like a kind of phoney war, with clubs still integrating new players with old and the loan transfer window still open to allow those with the requisite resources to further adjust their squads.

In the opening minutes of last Saturday’s game the Leeds defender Luke Ayling found himself closed down by Jordan Rhodes and left exposed by his own goalkeeper who had rushed from his line with no hope of getting to the ball first.

I would suggest that Saturday’s first half was probably the most impressive and sustained attacking display from City under Daniel Farke.

It would be dangerous to draw too many conclusions, either positive or negative, from City’s trip to Birmingham last week.

It doesn’t seem five minutes since I was walking away, embarrassed, from Hillsborough, but after one of the best World Cups that I can remember, the Championship season is already upon us.