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| Wrighty models the world's oldest Ipswich Town hat. |
One for Andy Jones this week, as his annual ‘jolly boys outing’ has his Ipshit mates (and Izy) visit the Temple for what promises to be a feast of football. Nil-nil I predicted, and I wasn’t far off. It was dire. Another week, another turgid home performance. It’s getting tiresome now. In fact, so tiresome that I went to the toilet 1st half, as an excuse to stay awake (seriously). 90 minutes at home to midtable mediocrity and all I remember us having is 2 attacks. OK, so Marley scored from one, and a great finish it was too. And since we (allegedly) turned down a million from Ipswich last summer for him, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s at Oakwell next season playing FOR them. Only Marley, with his lack of pace yet strength, could shrug off 2 players, run 30 yards and hit an early snapshot which fooled the keeper. All the while playing right midfield. Again.
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| The teams come out. |
Our other attack? A smart move at 1-0 leaves Hamill clean through on the left and he telegraphs a sidefooter to the keeper’s left. Easy save. And that was it, unless you stayed till the very end in the hope of seeing some action and caught their equaliser, the last kick of the match. Decent break, and the ball was whipped to the far post for a tap-in. I’d say they deserved it; but it was more that neither side deserved to win. 3 home wins since August. That’s about 1 every 2 months. (Mind, when was the last time we had more home wins than defeats in the 2nd tier?)
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| The Tractor Boys |
For a second time recently, there was more action on the train. Dirty Leeds were in our seats and with ‘reservations cancelled’ I thought ‘f*** it, I’m going in 1st class’. The Captain told the ticket woman of our plans and she promised to turf them out. She didn’t. She called her boss, reservations were indeed cancelled…and we could go and sit in 1st class. All she did was eat into (drink into?) 15 minutes of our drinking time. As it was, we no longer had 2 tables across from each other (what’s the point of booking???) and were spread out. Still, I enjoyed a leisurely red wine with The Captain, Nice Guy Chris and a QPR fan coming back from L**ds.
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| Match action, Grove Street Junior School no more. |
*** James. A class above anything else. Reads the game superbly, buys himself time on the ball and even set up our goal. Shame he’s not ours. Twitter MOTM.
** Marley Watkins, baby. Quality finish totally out of keeping with this match.
* No-one. Was anybody else playing?
Londontykes' MOTM: 1. James 2. Hamill 3. Roberts
Despatches:
I was so bored I’ve nowt to say.
Actually, I will say summat. I’ve heard a lot lately on what we should do with the number of loanees we have. Obviously, regular viewers have become somewhat exasperated with the picking of Kent (especially over Hamill) while ‘flatters to deceive’ will also be Armstrong’s epitaph. But at least they’re occasionally worthy of a place, unlike Elder. But then we come to Matty James, who’s been far and away our best player of the last 2 months of slow decline. What to do? No idea. I’d prefer us to develop our own, but if they’re not good enough, what’s the alternative? I’ve already seen Hecky’s arguments about it allowing us to get better players without paying full whack, but are some of them REALLY better than what we have?
Onwards and upwards!
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| The old Main Stand. |
Drink du jour: Brooklyn in the Arcade, Erdinger in #7, red wine on train (no Reedy to share the vodka with).
Away: 742
The Damage:27.40 train
The Tunes:Uh Huh Huh (PJ Harvey)Trans-Europe Express (Kraftwerk)Mixmag Sept 2010 (DJ Kutski and Alex Kidd)
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| Reds v Ipswich panorama |
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| The Ponty v Ipswich |
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| A closer up of the Ponty v Ipswich |
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| The demolition of Grove Street primary. Criminal. |
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