Decent game and we dominated the 2nd half, yet we problies didn’t quite do enough to win. A point earned, I’d say, rather than 2 points lost against a side 2nd off bottom and out of form. We didn’t miss that many chances, cos we didn’t create many. We had plenty of the ball in their box, but it pinged around to anyone but our own players. And Ipswich were a cynical bunch, full of professional fouls and timewasting. Mellis in particular was targeted. Needless to say, the ref didn’t help. Those with a better memory than me had already commented how ‘Trevor Bloody Kettle’ never gives us anything. 2 decisions summed it up: Their goal was never a free kick in the 1st place, whilst he couldn’t wait to disallow Foster’s ‘goal’ for a foul on the keeper. The good thing about being a cynic is that it saved me getting off my chair when Foster bagged. I just knew the ref would call a foul, they always do. Having seen it on TV, Foster certainly makes contact with the keeper, but no more than he would do against an outfield player without a foul being given. Going down like a sack of s*** always helps.
*** Dawson. Official MotM. He was everywhere, and of course, hit a superb equaliser. Grabbed the game by the scruff of the neck as it looked like nothing would go our way. Whilst it’s early days and a little harsh on Dawson to compare him to Redfearn, the guy behind me hit the nail on the head – ‘He’s a better Gary Jones’.
** Wiseman. Thought he controlled the centre of defence.
* Cranie. Not sure he’s the ‘Rolls-Royce’ that Hill describes, but he’s tidy and keeps things ticking.
Despatches:
- Mellis. Excellent 1st half, faded 2nd.
- Dagnall. Another super game. Will he ever score tho? (No). Today he hit the post from an acute angle. Shame no-one followed up!
- Stones. Came on and arguably changed the game. Upped the tempo of our attacks, neat one-twos and effortlessly beat players.
- Alnwick. Didn’t I say t’other week he makes it exciting? How he failed to save that shot…well, it didn’t surprise me at all, to be honest. Excellent use of brass neck by getting up and screaming at the defence for his f*** up. Later on made a tremendous save from a header. Also, made 2 of the best passes of the game, to our right. Get him in midfield!
The train journey:
As Andy said, interesting. After our train was cancelled, we managed to get on the next one an hour later where we had the ‘pleasure’ of one of Millwall’s top boys and his gaggle of apprentices. Whilst there was an air of menace from him, at least the coppers were only 2 punches and a knifing away in the vestibule. (Andy) you were right telling the Hudds fan he shouldn’t have ‘had words’ with said hooliefan, as he did happen to mention how close Hudds boy had been to a kicking. I must have had 3 too many vodkas cos I lectured him on how that would hardly be fair, given there were about 8 of them and only of one of him. Anyway, if you meet a Millwall fan with a Cornish accent and looking like a pirate, that’ll be him.
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