‘Were you there?!’

‘OMG…were you at the game?’

‘Wow!’

Just three of the many messages that pinged into my pocket within ten minutes of the final whistle at Carrow Road on Saturday 14 September.

It’s understandable. Just a couple of hours earlier the pre-match conversations were around how big of a loss would be considered respectable (by four or five was the general consensus). Yet Norwich City, the football team I support, had just beaten Manchester City in what was possibly the best Premier League game I’ve ever seen in person.

Looking back at those messages from people that know me as a Norwich fan it struck me how in a world where our smartphones supply us with infinitely scrollable streams of stuff it’s easy to think that you’re keeping in touch – you’ve seen the new house, the exotic holiday and the happy snapshots. But when did you last connect with anything other than a like or lol?

Nick Hornby sums up my Saturday night experience nicely in his pseudo-autobiography Fever Pitch: ‘…I love that other people you have lost touch with and will probably never see again are sitting in front of their TV sets and thinking, momentarily but all at the same time, [you], just that, and are happy or sad for [you]. Nobody else gets that, only us’.

And he’s right, but he shouldn’t be. Maybe we should all take some time to reconnect with those we used to know but have drifted away? Maybe today’s the day to just see how that former colleague is getting on with their work? Maybe we all need more matches like that one against Manchester City…?