Firstly, to lay my cards on the table, I would have preferred it had we signed a central striker in the last week of the transfer window. When Daryl Murphy was sold, I was hoping another striker would be on his way before the deadline shut at 11pm on August 31st. But he wasn't. And I'm okay with that.
There's a 6ft 3in hole in Ipswich Town right now. Behind the tears in some blue eyes as we enter the international break without Daryl Murphy, the changing of the old guard at Ipswich looks almost complete.
After nearly four years, we know exactly what we get. Mick McCarthy arrived in November 2012 with the club at a low ebb. He lifted us from a dreary, uninspiring outfit, consistently languishing in mid-table, to the surprising, joyful, wonderful highs of 2014/15.
I’ve never really liked the term ‘Far East’ as it tends to conjure images of China and Japan rather than the plethora of different countries and cultures in South East Asia. However, for the sake of it, ‘Far East Anglians’ works quite well to indicate Town (and the other lot's) supporters here in Asia.
It's fair to say that despite having no expectations, the start of the season hasn't gone to plan so far for Mick McCarthy. Quite clearly six points from six and progression to the second round of the EFL Cup would have been the aim before a ball was kicked - it's fair to say we've been a little off in that respect.
I return home from Ipswich’s 2-1 defeat at home to Royale Union Saint-Gilloise and I think to myself, ‘How much hope do we have? Will we ever reach up and grab that golden ticket into the Premier League?’
So we are mostly pessimistic about our chances next season. We are no match for Newcastle and other clubs who are spending money unlike us. Clubs like Blackburn are showing more ambition? Actually I disagree with the Blackburn point.
Football is obviously a global game and these days that concept is more keenly emphasised in no other place like England, with the Premier League as vast and cosmopolitan as the Roman Empire, while the national side flounders like ball-playing barbarians.