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Ipswich Town v Preston North End Your Report added by pinewoodblueboy at 18:28:37
Awful game, good result. The end.
Ipswich Town v Norwich City Your Report added by rickw at 09:41:16
For me Knudsen was MoM, however Ward also played very well.
I can understand how the officials got the Douglas goal wrong - it looked in real time that he was offside, frustrating for us none the less though.

We were the team more likely to score, I would have liked Mick to bring on Dozzell for Douglas for the last 10-15 minutes. Douglas had played well, but at 34 and his second game in a week I think Dozzell's energy and creativity would have given us a better chance of winning - it's a gamble though taking off our most experienced player for our youngest and as others have said Mick was happy with a draw.....
Ipswich Town v Norwich City Your Report added by unstableblue at 08:59:21
Well that was fun, and despite a few lingering concerns a game to take a lot heart from as we continue to ponder Ipswich's prospects for the 16/17 season.

On paper Norwich had a far superior starting eleven, and 3 midfielders that we would love to poach - in our dreams. And indeed for 20 minutes after their against the run of play goal Norwich's midfield purred. Despite that insight into the quality gap, Ipswich probably deserved the win. Chances in the start of the first half and the closing stages, and some exciting width, shading this passionate encounter.

Despite the disappointing circa 24k attendance, derided on announcement by our East Anglian 'cousins', this had a big game feel. It's not just the number of people, it's the buzz of excitement. The fan zone was pretty good, the pitch, sun, clapper things stuck in the seats, and the packed North and away ends made for a real sense of anticipation. Numerous mates had stayed away, a combination of holidays, Sky, early kick off and Mick's style being the weak excuses. So I don't think you can blame the poor turn out on any single factor.

So how did Mick's Ipswich play? Generally the energy, bite and tracking were fantastic. And earnt at least the point. The noise of the North combined with some tenacious Douglas, Berra, Bru and Berra dogged play, ruffled Norwich, they couldn't get into the game. And ward and Murphy started to get joy - we had tempo. My biggest ask from Mick and the team would be to continue that into Saturday and Preston. We had multiple corners, we stretched Norwich for 20mins. Murphy had a superb chance, and I do think our talisman is showing his 10 goal a season form at present, rather than that fine streak of a few seasons back.

Even in this glorious spell, we still went back into type into numerous occasions, with poor early long distribution, cheap turnover of ball, wasted impetus. It's the elephant in the room with this team. And must be eradicated, in Grant, and Bishop and the missing young Evertonian, maybe we have the solution. As indeed after their goal Norwich showed us how to do it - short incisive passing, began to tear into us, their goal real class. Their manager bemoaning afterwards that they only got I got that gear for 20 mins, but to be fair Ipswich refused to allow it. And our defence was just too strong. Webster and Berra were just excellent, tough, horrible to play against. Webster will relish a more dynamic midfield in front of him, which surely will come with Bishop fully fit, and weaker opposition.

In Norwich's purple patch, Ipswich started to lump aimless ball, not to Murphy's feet which he lives and led to our goal via linking with the improved Sears. Sears still remained too wide in my view. Even Ward started getting the Ipswich disease with some speculative hit and hope. Ward is a revelation to me, a superb signing by Mick, a player worth the admission, to get fans returning. He refuses to play poor distribution in the main, and when Bishop was also on, we started to use the ball so effectively against a tiring Norwich, we started to punish them with Knudsen drawn up the field, and Sears and Murphy loving the interplay. And of course as Leicester show so well, once you start to mix your game, with bishop bringing canary defenders out the longer ball starts to work, and Murphy had a great chance to break through - was he tripped or just shattered?!

Bishop had a great chance to seal it, just the sheer impetus from Town stretching Norwich, he could centred but shot at the hapless keepers legs.

Lots of lessons, lots of hope, but let's take this energy and in part more cultured approach into the Preston game.

Pride of Anglia restored.
Ipswich Town v Norwich City Your Report added by harlingblue at 02:31:54
Thoroughly enjoyable game, our standard of football is improving and on today's performance, we deserved a win. A bit more venom or perhaps confidence in the attacking third would not go amiss, but today Bart was mostly a spectator.
Ipswich Town v Norwich City Your Report added by BedfordBlues at 23:10:32
Had the best of the first 20min and took the game to them with confidence and purpose. How many times are we going to see Referees assistants make a wrong and costly decision. When the ball was played Douglas was half a yard clearly on side, but the flag goes up when he receives the ball. Rules clearly state that the decision is made when the ball is played, when your standing in line with the last player this is not difficult at all... unbelievable . Would have made a big difference as the game went on. Norwich would have had to chase the game to get level, leaving more space in behind to exploit. We need to use the widths more, When Grant Ward gets to the byline he can deliver good early balls in to the box as he proved today. The space in midfield we gave them leading up to their goal was far to much, little 10 yard passes in triangles , then moving into the free space to receive balls . Berra and Webster going towards the same player leaving Jerome free !! Communication is something they will learn from that as the partnership progresses. Just a few points that stood out for me, but a much better performance overall and could have taken all 3pts . Need to take this into the Preston game and move forward. Still very early days and we will give anybody in this division a tough game. But need to do it consistantly , first goals for Murphy and Sears need to come sooner rather than later, for there own confidence in front of goal. And let's use the talented young Grant Ward as often as possible, because he will cause defences problems with his pace crossing and goals.. Cum on you Super Blues. Beds_TractorBoy
Ipswich Town v Norwich City Your Report added by Pilgrimblue at 22:45:58
That was much better all round. Best from Ward and JK. but didn't think Berra justified selection over Smith. Too often he lacks composure booting it anywhere and very worried about his constant grappling, he's going to give penalty away soon!
Can't carry on with Chambo. Love his passion, not his position at rb while Webster looking the part.

Ward looked great and as for Jonas just superb (super pass from Freddie). Murphy played his part but felt he'd have scored with his pace two years ago.
Ipswich Town v Norwich City Your Report added by Lightningboy at 19:54:43
Decent performance but considering how average Norwich looked i'm disappointed we didn't take all 3 points.
Bru was dreadful today plus I thought Pitman should've been given at least 10 minutes.
We certainly can't afford too many more injuries this season & I still think we're lacking that one major key player to turn us from a mid table side into play-off contenders.
Ipswich Town v Norwich City Your Report added by battyblue at 19:12:17
MM settled for a draw at halftime,should have gone for the win Boring same old rubbish will not be at portman road until MM is gone.
Ipswich Town v Norwich City Your Report added by Mullet at 15:34:18
A first and welcome huff of the Churchmans and breeze hits the face as Sunday worship commenced at the Portman Rd cathedral. The winds of change saw Bishop joined by Pitman on the bench as Bru took the midfielder's starting berth alongside Dougie and Skuse. The justification perhaps fitness and discipline over ability alone.

The game started as it continued overall, a cynical foul and Ipswich dominating. Bru was on set piece duty and started with one of his better efforts. Murphy found a good header, Douglas a good finish from close range. The ground erupted and as Town fans rose so did the flag. Two games, two goals chalked off. Two times one wonders what the linesman saw.

Seven years of bad luck, bad management and bad players contributing differing amounts to a run of games without a Town victory in a derby. Natural order seemed likely to resume as Town left the canaries looking at each other. Threats from out wide were pushed further from harm as the battle of a bulging midfield. Douglas again was winning headers but not always finding his man with a second touch, first glance forward. However it provided Town with the impetus to go the right way.

Sears and Ward provided tireless runs and in the middle Klose learnt what soft Irish whispers sounded and looked like when Murphy converted sustained pressure. He cushioned the ball with a sublime touch and turned him inside out for a great effort on goal. The attacking unit assembled worked hard and their opposite numbers over. The skipper found the totemic striker and again Murphy when close, angling his header wonderfully for it to spin just beyond the keeper's control and past the post.

It was twenty minutes of Town shielding their goalkeeper as Jerome sniffed and snatched fresh air with the newly formed centre back partnership moving the ball calmly and those in front of them collecting it. Where Town were not delivering again was set pieces. Bru's crosses were mixed in destination and delivery, Town scrapped and scraped but too often Norwich were lucky or left to deny us without a third or fourth time of asking.

A clear handball from a yellow clearance in the middle of the box, would have given us a fortunate but no less deserved penalty from one of these many first half skirmishes. Luck has little to do with it when you ask most winners, but without it you are left to make your own as well as raise your game.

The sight of blue and then yellow smoke in the stands near the away end an unwelcome addition, when it dispersed the vermin didn't without orange-jacketed assistance. Dancing and baiting following the game's second goal. Pinto with a clear run following a Town mistake trying to attack a corner forced back where it came from. He clearly fouled the covering Sears, having no need to dive in the box this time. Town waited, Jerome didn't, a massive gap evident as he stroked the ball home off the post in disappointing fashion.

A rare defensive dip in a brilliant game and Town gifted away the ascendency along with the lead. All that expense and all those that glitter aren't stars, just in yellow. Tettey, Howson and the comically named Wessi the main reasons they kept possession, but having hold of the ball is not having hold of the game. Town's belief returned and so did the drive.

Intense and in triangles even without the ball, the long and the short of Town's game saw Murphy unlock the back line with the support of his colleagues. When the best chance to level came crashing off of Knudsen's chest but not falling true, it was maybe due to Murphy being a little too close him and the goal. Fear swept across the away end, as the game had clearly turned and the family misfortunes dreaded every testing cross coming their way.

With or without Bru, there is a an ongoing debate over Town's distribution. Webster clearly has something about him more than just his ability to pick a pass but for all the glimpses of this and that which led to Mick signing him, perhaps today wasn't the day for elaborate balls. He and Berra both kept it simple enough to do a job and keep Norfolk minds guessing thanks to the support of Bart who swept his box clear repeatedly.

A man who ignores history is doomed to repeat the same mistakes, and with time as well as history on our side who else did it fall too but the marauding Dane? Chamber's whipping crosses had caused problems all half, so had the movement off the ball out wide. When Norwich were wrong footed, the left back switched to his and with a shot barely touching the turf buried his equaliser low. Town voices couldn't raise much higher as the eccentric Scandinavian danced away.

Tactical genius Neil made changes at half time, Town remained the same. The differences never really told as again blue shirts looked to use yards and restarts from the throws and corners to find a breakthrough. Norwich roared forward when the opportunity arose but struggled to hurt Town's pride. A clear handball in the box from a Berra header missed by an official who waved play on when he was right as much as when he was wrong.

When Bru sent Murphy racing through it seemed the game would be put beyond doubt. Klose again miles off the pace felled the Waterford Pele with a dirty slide from behind, leaving Murphy stricken and stretched out. All stood awaiting the card and spot kick that ended Town's promotion hopes in the last derby. Bafflement and idiocy reigned as the game continued. Penalty now missed without being taken in either half, offside invented, we should have had three over the budgies as has been the case since 1981, yet both sides remained equal in man and score unfairly

It was a beautiful ball, a wonderful run and a chance on goal. No man falls without a hurdle and just the goal in sight. In full view of TV camera injustice befell us yet again. Small comfort came from the diminutive Douglas who was allowed more room to get into the visitor's box having danced around it too often in the first half.

The Irishman looks like he might be as handy with a flick knife as a freekick, and when he danced past Tettey going towards goal the Norwegian cut him down. A bizarre belief he could argue the call finally heralded a first welcome sight of yellow, long overdue. The tension built as the man from the tropics drilled Town's set piece at the defensive wall. Floods of blue shirts forward and home support drowning out our rivals as Bru's last meaningful contribution bounced clear.

Bishop replaced him and injected fresh legs and movement into the side. Waltzing across the pitch, his work to bring Ward in from the white was one pleasing aspect of the contest. Norwich weren't without their chances and as with most things they've benefited from it was all but handed to them.

A routine ball dropped kindly from Jerome via the miscue of Webster. Naismith showed that £8m brings you close to success as the second most overrated attacking midfielder in their side struck the post. Town cleared as Skuse was emerging as a clear division between attack and defence, parity and despair. The defensive midfielder was called into cover more than once in the final 25 mins as Town pushed on.

If Norwich's chances were fewer, they were clearer no thanks to the bounty of bad calls those with and for one hairy moment, those without the whistle made. Town had great success through Sears and the overlap of Knudsen, but no winning touch. Likewise Bishop linked with the impressive Ward to push and push in what proved an undecided tug of war between East Anglia's finest and Norwich.

As half chances and time dropped, Bishop spun away from his marker only to see a decent looking shot stopped. It seemed to be him that forced the keeper to block somewhat unwittingly with his chest in what were moments made for headline writers in another later attack. Between those two moments the replacement for Sears had a score to settle but no killer pass to do it. What Varney offers is a known quantity but Town still look a little light if if we are turning to Reg to add quality.

No bow from the bench for known poacher Pitman despite Town being in the hunt for a winner again until the final whistle. As ever we were superior in terms of Murphy's too, the little winger showed that when allowed to get clear it made no difference, the other chance for heartbreak scuffed miles past the post. The difference in academy products as clear as the gap between shot and side netting.

On the balance of play, something more than Norwich's defence deserved to break. A lack of clinicians in front of goal still blight Town. If we adopt a style were chances are limited for us as well as the opposition then more need to be made of them. Sometimes all you have to do is score, we've done that for two games running and still not had the deserved six. Who else would deny us that but the inhabitants of Norfolk? If they truly are the squad that will walk this league, we'll be right there next them based on today's showing. By rights they'll be back where they've always been, in our shadow.
Ipswich Town v Norwich City Your Report added by iaintaylorx at 14:04:25
Good performance that was in my opinion. Bart was not tested at all really and couldn't have done anything for the goal, which when i look at it, no one really threw themselves to block it and if Smith was in there, knowing his passion, I think the goal could have been avoided.

Knudsen today showed he is improving with every game and took his goal fantastically! Wardy again, showed what we have misses on the wing but i am pretty satisfied with today. One thing, is Luke Chambers. I can't recall him ever playing the ball on the ground to a player and he hit it long at every possibility which was very frustrating.

Officials were poor, after wrongly ruling out a perfectly good goal and a stonewall penalty not given on Murphy, but good performance from the lads! Both positives and negatives from the boys and I think we deserved the 3 points.
Wolverhampton Wanderers v Ipswich Town Your Report added by jabberjackson at 20:54:16
What a brilliant report Mullet
Somebody sign this man up
He is a genius
Wolverhampton Wanderers v Ipswich Town Your Report added by Mullet at 00:49:56
The matchday programme was a thing of beauty. A wild, lone wolf of black and grey baring it's teeth. A toy-like blue Tractor perched on a rocky outcrop above. The artistic merit was only exceeded by the compositional sense of foreboding it depicted. If Town came to Molineux just weeks ago and both teams drifted out a rather tepid affair that summarised their season's, then let us hope tonight brings forth such similar assurances of fortune and fate.

The same back 5 that unravelled so heartbreakingly at the weekend remained in place. A midfield trio of Skuse, Dougie and Bishop were between Ward on the right wing, Sears on left and Murphy up front. It was definitely 4-3-3, in action it was almost defiantly 4-3-3 in application.

Wolves had a side with much of the same flavour and faces of what Zenga inherited. But there was pace on the wings, and on the bench. Town came into this one with much to prove and the early evidence pleased the 400 or so away fans holding court by the halfway line.

As the home side pressed and pursued every ball, right up to Bart's nose. Mick laid out his players in intricate geometry, each man the nexus of a mesh of tactical lines that formed a tighter and tighter net around Wolves as the game went on.

When Town's first real move in an attacking sense was repelled, Knudsen gamely showed and slung a half volley a couple of feet wide. It was a little glimpse of the feeling returning, after the needling of the weekend. If my criticism of Douglas, and in the last fortnight or so Berra too was not unique – it was unfounded tonight.

I now see what Webster brings. He wins headers, he shows for the ball and he will caress it and then career it forward in arcing bombardments which Murphy made fine work of. There was a sense that as Wolves' pressure eased a little it was as much down to us as them. For all the pre-season talk, we saw more of it in action and not always in slow-motion.

Knudsen and Chambers enjoyed roaming on a big pitch, those inside of them happy to feed. With two quick and industrious wingers beyond them, Town were able to move competently if not always consistently on the offensive. The first moment of real joy again came from Ward. He turned his man like a screw. A whipping motion of his whole being sent him past his marker and carried the ball through. As we once prided ourselves on, so Wolves have an equal sense of togetherness. The gangly central defender Hause clipped him down for mugging of his left back so fluidly.

It was not a dirty game, and yet the ref brandished his foam and finger less with the precision of a barber and more a teenager in a late 90's village hall somewhere. Reactive and easily led, Town pressure was almost cut asunder by a terrible decision. A decent move put the home side in behind our back line. As the sun was coming down, so did Webster sliding in and conceding a corner. The yowls from the Black country contingent saw the ref point to the spot. Webster's face disappeared inside his shirt. The sense of recovery we thought we were witnessing did too.

Pick a side. That's all any man can do in the face of adversity. Bart guessed right and palmed a well taken kick away. Football karma washed over one and all in something not quite approaching nirvana. If the game felt at times like different factions of the universe battling in eternal stalemate, the balance was at least restored.

Town went back on the front foot and it was them who had their tails up. What Mick had fashioned together in the middle was a pairing of Skuse and Douglas that really allowed others to play. When they got the ball it was about options. Try and find one within 5-10 yards or deny one depending on where the scramble went.

Possession would return to the defence, sometimes even back to Bart and although he scuffed at times, the artillery was attritional. One other aerial weapon, Knudsen's fabled throw worked the yards in our favour. Neat series' of them up the line and into the box often played, some exciting, some nervy, half glances and flicks at goal or at least steady build ups. Where Chambers would cross from deep, Sears again worked a series of incisive runs of let the Dane go past his shoulder and supply him the ball to drill along the line.

It was in theses attacks Town won a corner barely minutes after justice had been served by Bart's diving save. Grant Ward swung it in, Murphy moved beautifully and headed beyond everyone. Kisses at the home end as he circled to court his own. Their outrage was an unwanted gift handed to us as the ref bizarrely signalled some invisible infraction and a short corner nearly caught Town on the break.

The sway of the match continued as on both sides of the pitch Town delegates held inquiries and registered their disgust. These were almost put to bed when Skuse made a neat interception and found Teddy just out of arm's reach with a short pass. His little legs kicked into gear and before anyone knew it he was in the box and being hustled out of the chance that came from nowhere.

The first half was exciting. Bizarre, incident filled and fun. Just like summer evenings should be. The ref won even more plaudits after Berra nodded wide from a corner, Town soon won another and the whistle went before it could be taken. What Wolves had, was a front 3 that threatened and throbbed. What Town had was a fear that despite the marked improvement, the match might climax and leave us unfulfilled.

Mick still raging, somehow kept it tight in and out of the tunnel with no changes. Zenga tinkered and dropped Teixeira from left wing, to wandering midfield. Skuse clearly had the order or the authority to trail to gravity loving little prick. He stuck to him like an ambling West country shadow. As the game went on, darkness overcame the youngster clearly rattled by this unwanted cultural exchange.

Bishop would be one of many strange bookings. Winning the ball cleanly from the naughty #24, who was injured just long enough for a card to be waved, before trotting off to take his place for the free kick.

Town meanwhile had found themselves again building from the back. Douglas never really passed longer than he could cover lying down. Only momentum and the turning circle of a canal boat made him run much further, but he put in a shift rarely seen from him. While Skuse held, he harried. It still allowed the others to play long into the night, or at least push the home side back time and again.

When Wolves switched shape again and produced another young winger from the bench in Costa, the home fans clearly wanted their team to put their stamp on the match. The second quick little winger was up against Knudsen and Teixeira went back at Chambo, via Skuse.

The effect was such that it was the left back who got free thanks to the support of those around him to cross deeply for the umpteenth time. It was the captain who was free to leap at the back post and was just not tall enough to crash home yet another header and give us a deserved opener. With time marching on, you felt a winner would come from one moment.

That moment nearly came when Costa slipped free after a free kick which saw Knudsen booked in a questionable light. What flashed across the box was not just Bart's rippling neon frame, but a sweet volley on the turn. The second of two crucial saves that kept Town in the match, and Bart in the forefront of everybody's adoration.

Substitute Bru had a very different bow, in line with many of his colleagues who underperformed a few days ago. Neatly sitting and simpler in his tastes. Like many out there tonight, the bigger pitch seemed to give them space to grow into. The Mauritian took a tee from Murphy and punched the ball right at Ikeme. With that and his willingness to play to feet and not just hands he redeemed himself in his cameo.

He was again involved when Ikeme spilled not for the first time tonight, or in his career. The long throws of Knudsen were a more pointed and on point tonight. Chaos often reigned as the two CB's and Murphy hurled themselves at everything all night. It unsettled the old guard in old gold and when Ikeme deigned a goal-kick right at Bru a mere yard away, the booking given was just another one to frown and throw one's arms up at.

This was a man who also booked chambers because he didn't teleport out of the way of not just the ball, but the man losing it being launched at him. At times the officials can mask a team's weaknesses and foibles with questionable decisions. These boys were indulging in some self-pleasuring at their inability to understand the laws of the game.

Only when Berra again frustrated at not forcing a goal in a scramble against his old club, did what Bru did intentionally could you see why the card had been waved aloft. It was sort of funny though, as the game finished at a decent pace.

While nobody was left singing Super Mick and his boys off the field, the whole allocation stood to applaud. This was a theatrical spectacle of two teams tussling. Tactics and approaches changed, balances of power shifted, but no one gave an inch. It's hard to be too disappointed, possession must have been fairly even. Both sides went in on goal plenty. There's a case that Town were denied three points legitimately, we were certainly robbed in the fair play league.

What pleases most of all, was that the head's came out high and stayed high. Ward and Sears worked tirelessly, always showing for the ball. Skuse and Murphy stood with defenders on their shoulders and glanced over them expertly to win or deny space and possession at either end. Bart grabbed the headlines despite pushing both shots away and so he should. But this was a team performance. Every man did his duty as we march towards Norwich, bloodied but no longer with the stench of men already beaten hanging around.
Wolverhampton Wanderers v Ipswich Town Your Report added by joshberry94 at 22:57:18
Absolutely delighted with today's performance, solid all over. Thought Webster played well, despite his clumsy foul for the penalty but he'll learn from it. Skuse massively underrated as usual, fantastic covering and jockeying. Ward looks sharp and lively. Douglas, chambers, Berra and Knudsen all got the better over their opponents, feeling gutted that we didn't get the 3 points we deserved after shocking officiating! Similar to our first half performance at Brentford, Barotz showing why he's the best keeper in the league, bring on that lot up the road Sunday!
Wolverhampton Wanderers v Ipswich Town Your Report added by linhdi at 22:23:05
Vastly improved performance. Probably Douglas's best game in a Town shirt. Webster not fazed by a couple of errors, well marshalled by Berra. Ward again a star, such a talent, covering ground and beating players at will. We lack a bit of coherence and, it seems, confidence, but this was a decent showing.
Brentford v Ipswich Town Your Report added by Mullet at 23:27:34
The highs of opening day delight had been tempered somewhat by Town's annual coasting out the league cup and back into full focus on, well, the league. We once again packed into the Griffin Park terrace, the only cloud hanging over Town in the sunlight was the absences. Luke Hyam who saw red thanks to a controversial leg break in the last encounter between the teams provided many with something to sing about. More concerning tactically and conversationally, was the recent return of McGoldrick to the physio's familiar hands.

442 or 4222 who knows? But Mick's still unfamiliar side lined up in something approaching a familiar system but never quite getting there. Webster and Berra with the usual full backs in front of Bart. Bru and Skuse in the middle and for all intents and purposes depressed between Grant and Ward on left and right. Sears a partner to Murphy.

It wasn't just the strikeforce who looked estranged at times, as Brentford's Championship tenure is long past the honeymoon period. Any previous alacrity a lingering memory as both sides and only our fans set about making themselves known.

If there were precious few causes for hope this week then it's all that is down our left. Knudsen and Grant look good. Not great, just good. As individuals as a unit. It was through them that a game lacking much in the way of cheer yielded some semblance of hope.

On the other flank Ward drove low and hard early on as Town capitalised on slow reactions near the beginning of the game. Recent hat trick hero Ward showed a willingness and have-a-go heart that grabbed headlines last week but was safely wrapped up by the Bees keeper.

Not a lot happened.

Then Knudsen was felled fairly centrally in a decent move by Town and the young Evertonian stepped ahead of him and all others to flex a cultured left foot and send the ball past the post. Courage for sure, but not the Dutch touch of yesteryear that would have sent the goal rippling and the throngs of blue behind it into rapture.

Too often on a narrow pitch Town went narrower. Reliant on Murphy. The old head was rarely surrounded by young feet to step up and use the slightest advantage won. It was a period where Town rose more than once in the form of Berra at a corner but found little but desire and drives offbeat and off target.

Bru stood out for all the inspiration and enigmatic flair so associated with his game. Like that mate that always waits for your round to order peanuts, one must admire the ostentatious midfielder's balls and count the cost of them in one go. He looks up and sees a gap, inside, outside, laces or tongue and lifts curling efforts about the park. If Sears or someone else happens to intercept them then so be it it seems, "death from a scuff" should be written on the ball just for him.

Brentford made their silent adoration from the unusually emptier stands acknowledge a glimpse of good play, as the villain of last season Woods sent them away and Berra let Knudsen clean up. It was unclear if the new back line were still finding their feet but today the senior man looked in the mood to provoke questions rather than answer them. From dysfunctional unit to neater bricks but lacking the cement of understanding. For this half at least the Bees were neatly repelled.

Too often Town went too wide with both their shots or too narrow in their choice of places to shoot, the old faces sought refuge in their hands too often before pointing fingers as crosses from midfield and full back on either side smacked of a team lacking rhythm and reason. Grant testing Bentley at his near post looked the best of the more unlikely attempts.

You can take a half finely balanced and fairly even if there is then an effort to use it as a foundation. As the youngsters on Town's bench all played a rare sighting of keep ball whilst idle chat floated across the terrace, the realisation that Dougie was below the stands in the dressing room prompted speculation of some sort of change at least.

The teams emerged, the professionalism from Town didn't. Within a handful of seconds Bart was grabbing air and giving the evil eye to the invisible man. No movement, no marking, the ball trickled from Egan's head and the blues who could only watch on horror from behind the net cradled theirs. A deficit given so soft you could sleep on it, and Town did. Nightmarish.

Town held on briefly even if Bart couldn't. Legs and limbs deflecting pressure for all of a few minutes. A corner again. Bru loitered this time by the unmarked post as Town fans tried to rally a defence no one else seemed interested in doing on the field. Suspicion for the second corner that the Mauritian was meant to be there previously crept in as Sears drove his clearance carelessly on the edge of the box back to the home side. A darting run and crashing shot, again Bart palmed only for the gleeful Egan to double his and Brentford's haul. Unbelievable. Not in a good way.

To say we had little chance of recovery hinges on one's view of the little chances Town made in the final half an hour of the match. The recessive 442 was collapsed after the implosion. Grant removed and Bishop placed on the right, with Ward switching over. Town now cycled between a diamond and a 4231 that teetered and never tipped the balance back our way. Murphy and Sears isolated as Ward kept plugging at the other end.

Brentford pressed on a left hand side which had barely been utilised properly in the first half but now Chambers and Webster had more work to do. The youngster signed from Pompey proved keener to meet crosses than the name suggests as he put his head on more things than his fabled foot. He did well as Sawyers finally came into the game as Skuse's shackling slipped with the increased threat. With Woods pulling the strings like a ginger Gepetto the former Walsall man went from wayward winger to wandering wizard (oh for one of those today). He and Yennaris visibly enjoyed the hospitality our boys gave them on their own ground, joking between denials from the defence.

As Murphy, Sears and Bishop all combined in a rare move of grace, the young midfielder and the disputed striker worked a wonderful right sided attack that ended with the Irishman once again too alone to meet what looked destined to be a goal.

Former home favourite Douglas replaced Bru who was clearly greeted by the usual cry, this time lacking any love or sense he was ours. The substitute gave Town more shape and shuffled in close to force home hearts in mouths with an effort that failed to connect, no force another grandstand finale to this fixture.

The home side surged up with a final two subs as the game played out in timid fashion. It's rare one will look back to last season with any kind of fondness, but for all the frustration of those injury time goals Town never looked like returning the unfavourable feature. Again we came here with new units, new names and Premiership loans, but during a clash between markedly weaker incarnations of both teams it was the Blues that were found wanting.

We wanted effort, that soon evaporated in the heat of a double body blow and the tropical shadow of Kew garden. We wanted for pace, for precision for the gay abandon with which we made the womenfolk of Griffin Park screech lamentations for the previous two years. Go back to that earlier campaign, to that Boxing Day, and Town went top of the league for all of an hour. Today we never looked like getting on top of this game for an hour.

Teams let alone seasons are never finished in August, but again we find ourselves in the Championship. Familiarity breeds contempt and there will be enough fornicating amongst the merchants of doom tonight. Again we find ourselves counting the cost of injuries and other people's new additions. Again we look to Mick, and over his shoulder - Marcus. The playoffs are a long way off, not just because they are in May, again.
Brentford v Ipswich Town Your Report added by brendanh at 18:35:07
We have a serious striker problem without McGoldrick. Last season, Fraser was so good, it didn't matter that our strike-force was poor. It's clear Sears is a shadow of his former self. I know he's not the tallest, but today he didn't even do a decent impression of someone who was competing for headers. He's playing like a 14 year old. Completely ineffectual. His shocking corner-clearance led to their second. Today was his big chance with McGoldrick injured to show he can fill his boots. Completely fluffed his chance. Overdue being dropped in favour of someone who'll play like a grown-up who give's a sh!t. Our 17-year-old on the bench today for instance.
Brentford v Ipswich Town Your Report added by dalianwasexciting at 17:59:31
Would love to write a proper report but wish I had stYed in the Express at Kew Bridge. Bart. 5 could no nowt with the goals. Chambers 3 at best. Berra 3. Just constant hit and hoof and hope. Webster 2. Not convincing, ball player my are! Knudsen. 2. Anonymous and cannot take a normal throw. Bru. 4 but if you marked the second half 0. Skuse 4. So defensive it's frightening, at 2 nil dos sitting back protecting. Grant. 5. Tried hard, excel,ent dead ball delivery, subbed...why? Ward 5. Tried but no end product, went looking for the ball. Sears 4. Ran but not his type of football.... Murphy. 2. Did not look bothered. MM. 1 tactically inept, went for a 0-0 but not plan B.
Brentford v Ipswich Town Your Report added by kpblues at 17:57:20
Neither side will set the championship alight.

Brentford were the better team though.

A bad day at the office for the blues - does not bode well for the season

Ipswich Town v Stevenage Your Report added by Burnzee1991 at 08:37:36
Worst match I've seen for a long time.
Ipswich Town v Stevenage Your Report added by bluefeast at 22:04:36
Square pegs round holes ,lack of direction and invention from the senior pros on the pitch Hang your head in shame chambers ,your also supposed to attacked and create as a full back
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