Norwich City v Ipswich Town Your Report added by Nthsuffolkblue at 19:30:51 Before the game I felt our best chance was if Ruddy made an early rash foul - red card for a key player and a penalty. In the end it was the other way round and it made all the difference. The evidence suggests that without such a game-changing moment we are two very evenly matched sides. I think they will be the underdogs at Wembley and perhaps we can finally get the better of them yellas again next season. Congratulations to MM and TC for the amazing job they have done. Another season of progress next season will do nicely. A fit and firing McGoldrick from the off would be like signing an £8M pound striker. A full season from Sears and a stronger, more experienced Bishop there are things to look forward to. Now the management knows which division we will be in it is time for them to firm up plans on players. COYB!
Norwich City v Ipswich Town Your Report added by WeWereZombies at 16:30:51 Watched the game on Sky in a dead as a dodo pub in Hertfordshire, even with the adverse result i would much rather have been with the Town supporters at the Carrotpatch. Tommy Smith's jink around Ruddy was reminiscent of Marcus Stewart - must have been great to have been in the crowd at that moment. Still, we have the Patrick Bamford hat trick to look forward to on the 25th.
Good performance, and we can be proud of our team.
Ipswich Town v Norwich City Your Report added by Pilgrimblue at 21:14:41 It was great being there. Great shame about Reg hope he's ready for next season. Maybe we lacked quality but not effort so somehow need to find a special moment to win second tie. I'd send Tyrone up for every corner and get more shots on taeget
Ipswich Town v Norwich City Your Report added by Nthsuffolkblue at 21:26:14 Both sides had a tendency to play the ball long - norwich utilising the strength and power of Jerome whilst Town tried to feed Murphy to play in Sears. Ruddy's shot-stopping proved sufficient to prevent Town earning a narrow win. Their failure to make the most of possession and what chances they did create will leave them believing they should have taken a lead back to their place. A typical, organised Mick McCarthy performance nullified any differences in quality. It promises to be another tight match to decide who goes to Wembley.
Ipswich Town v Norwich City Your Report added by RomfordBlue at 18:03:43 Considering the magnitude, significance, was a local derby and we were at home, I thought the performance was poor. There seemed little passion - and quality from Town and they seemed devoid of ideas. If something doesn't work - like hoofing the ball up to Murphy - time and time again, isn't it time to try something different? There was little football, ball to feet, passing from Town whereas Narwich played more on the ground and passing. We got away with this one, and could have had at least three but for poor heading. Town will need to do better than this next week or it's the Championship again for us next year.
Ipswich Town v Norwich City Your Report added by Mullet at 16:06:09 Town's season is over and so began the playoffs. A decade in the making 4-3-3 was Mick's choice for the ten outfield he selected. With the regular back 5 in situ, a midfield container of Skuse, Bishop and Bru had the outlets of Varney, Sears and Murphy completing the opening gambit of this meaningful cup campaign. Portman Road was packed and vibrant as the long queues upon entry buzzed with the spectre of the spectacle to come; arousing and arresting the hopes and dreams of 29,000.
The blues kicked off and kicked straight into gear, pushing the away side back and attacking from the get-go. It was appreciatively noted from the fans as we swept down the right hand side and wrong-footed Norwich, not for the first time. Both teams carved out chances and while Town chances headed wide, Norwich headed wider when their turn came.
The visitors' midfield swirled like an overrated bitch's brew, their movement and pace was apparent from any of the games we've seen this season, but ours would press their nearest man and the advantage. Mick had charged his men to shackle each one of theirs' when they had the ball allowing us to take it and link together moves with the front men.
Varney as ever jumped and harried, causing possession to change and bounce from boot to body while the running of Sears made gaps that Murphy could exploit with his class and frame. It clearly painted alarming images for the defenders charged with cutting them down.
While Norwich were frustrated by a lack of space across the park eliminating their efforts to put daylight between us and them, Town went close in more than one way from the second ball. Murphy missing a rebound was bettered by Varney only able to head one straight onto Ruddy's hands and back out for a half chance in the best of the early chances.
Unfortunately Reg's change of wings lead to a change of fortune. Jumping unchallenged his achilles showed weakness and down he went writhing in agony. The lengthy stoppage and emergence of the motorised stretcher confounded the visitors who voiced their confusion. A horseless cart, open topped and not going around circles to commemorate nothing an obvious bafflement.
Enter Anderson. Usually a defensive cog in a 4-4-2 today's changes meant a new role as the right hand side allowed him to play as free-form winger. More akin to that of his youth team position he rolled back the years to glance another headed chance beyond Ruddy and narrowly miss opening the scoring.
Norwich for all their financial clout, failed to stack up the advantage they had predicted. All until a ref which came with elite credentials saw fit to see how many fouls Town feet could ride just once too often. We've seen Norwich score fortunate and fantastic goals this season. Their opener in the last fixture perhaps the most impressive we've conceded for some time. Today they were simply clinical. A deadly sharp move down the left, let Jerome cut inside and find Howson unmarked to deposit the ball past Bart. The lead didn't stack up but now we owed them one.
The home fans roared and pride was soon to be restored. The volume rose, so did the players. Bassong showed numerous times he couldn't find his man if he was tied to him, all hell broke lose as the ball did too. Sears on the edge was incisive with his run, Ruddy fumbled and in what felt like five minutes of matrix-bending magic, Anderson was ready, set himself and celebrations were go as the thundering of Portman Rd downed and drowned the trilling budgies. They're good, but they're notrights.
It was a half where the only stat the recently Premiership side held the lead was fouls. It was even more remarkable when the ref had waited three or four times before reluctantly blowing up as Town attacked. Reluctant to show yellow, it was all he saw despite Jerome's halving of Chambers off the ball early on. For a team with such a Napoleon complex, they had less impact today than they have had in Europe. The game was tighter than parachute strings. The whistle had come just as Town looked to be flying.
With the adrenaline soaked 45 over, the pits of the stand echoed with song and analysis. Excitement bouncing off the walls as the prospect of Town striking gold was compared with the deadpan reality of the toll in marking and mauling a team with far deeper resources to draw from on the bench.
If tiredness told it was on the faces of both sides. Redmond will be playing a league above next season no matter what, it seems. A little sh1t, but not little and sh1t. His feet and his field of vision move quicker than any of his team mates. Squandering good ground in the face of defensive attentions he got little change from Tyrone, Tommy or Cole as he flittered from wing to wing and his passes frittered past runners and line alike. Whereas in the first half he got away once to get a good shot away, this time he was less measured in his play.
Town meanwhile looked to flatten out and catch a breather. None more so than Chambers who put his body on the line twice to deflect not one but two Johnson drives out for a corner. The second one clearly winding him; as the man who quite rightly isn't a right back showed he's more than that. Captain. Leader. Pumper of fist and fans alike. His example was one of many illustrating Mick had done his homework on the opposition. McCarthy's due diligence as a manager meant subs were well-received without setting the stands alight in expectation or the smell of desperation.
No more so than when Bru who had been superb, was withdrawn and later so was Bishop. Both had put feet in when needed and tacked and tackled but more importantly they sent feathers flying with the dynamic range of passing and movement that belies impressive debut seasons apiece in arguably Europe's toughest league. It was telling that their equivalents had seen Dorrans hauled off before he might have gone for stemming a dangerous counter at source and calf height. Likewise Jerome was still about until his cynical scythe from behind cut down man and his mouth made sure to do the same to the lino to his caution when it was not beyond the realms could have had the book thrown at them instead today.
Where the academy product had danced crossfield like he was forever young, the time came for him to be hooked and Mick to tighten the screws on a side always capable of turnining a corner and something from nothing.
The Norwegian meant we had two fullbacks who could flip and flop between defence and attack creating pressure that split apart Norwich more than once. Parr launched a counter forward and sent Murphy away down the left. A wonderful touch to rectify the arc of his run past Martin was enough to see him inside but not in on goal in an exhilarating move that might well have yielded a winner.
Whilst Sears ran his socks off on the margins, it's worth noting the tactical exploits cast him in a supporting role more suited to nearly returning McGoldrick. Sat on the bench for today when his season looked over. It was no disgrace to see his understudy put in an understated shift when he is used to a more central and direct line of goal threat. No doubt we all appreciate what a £100k can buy you most days.
It became harder to predict if and when an advantage might be taken as the man from obscurity and Hamilton threw on Hoolahan. A surprise omission from the start he seeped through the shadows of tired blues but was far less menacing than Canaries might have hoped for.
Indeed Johnson's stroke of luck in throwing a heel skyward and redirecting his cross back to the Irishman was as good as it got. Only Redmond's cushioned header made Bart and blues more uncomfortable as the Pole jigged his feet to touch it over for a corner late on when a catch looked more likely at first.
Ending all square and all to play for the sights and sounds of Portman Roads' final hurrah echoed for an eternity. Mick rallying his troops once their media and emotional commitments where seen to. Marching off down the tunnel as those lining the pitch showed them just how much their efforts mean to us, one more time if not one last time.
It's been a long and arduous season, with so many games under their belts so many of our side racked up another 90 minutes of heroism. With at least 90 more to go, anything can happen as they left all they had on the pitch today. Do that again and it's more than conceivable they'll need to summon up such monumental efforts yet again beyond that. With Mick in charge of operations, I'd not surrender hope just yet.
Blackburn Rovers v Ipswich Town Your Report added by Pilgrimblue at 09:03:42 Just amazing and we got what we deserved in the end. Hope that MM brings Bru and Reg into team in place of Parr and Tabb. I thought we looked v good at times stringing passes as players loooked to keep ball. great to see Bish show us his skills into box to earn penalty. Freddie was too anxious and should have got shots on target so hope he has saved them for Naarwich
Blackburn Rovers v Ipswich Town Your Report added by Ryorry at 03:20:40 Apart from Murphs, we seemed to have left our shooting boots at home! Murphs & Bart joint MOM - without them, we'd not have had the +4 difference which saw us get into the play-offs! Not sure why we were so passive returning from the break for at least 20 mins, during which time Blackburn seemed to actually want it more.
Blackburn Rovers v Ipswich Town Your Report added by philpott2 at 19:57:24 Hunt awful. After a decent 1st half from Tabb. Bishop and Skuse okay. Sears worried Rovers, ran at them and looked good until going for goal (yes, I remember the one excellent effort) But defensively we are simply woeful. Why oh why don't our centre halves jump to meet the damn ball, head it clear, don't worry about their man when the ball is in the air....at that point they need to stop the thing reaching that player. We were great defence wise early on in the season....then everyone started talking about it...then we forgot how to! But we believe, we trust the lads, big Mick (loved his reaction to that odd restart from Hunty, when he kicked it off for a throw-in.....f'ing this and that, lol).....you can stuff the budgies!!!
Blackburn Rovers v Ipswich Town Your Report added by Mullet at 18:49:07 So it here it was, the final day of the season or perhaps not? Across the world Town fans began to paint artful elucidations of trepidation in the build up to today's game. Some perhaps even in a vibrant palette of browns across porcelain canvases, as fear soon became hope. And hope made way for a frothing sea of blue and orange at the Ewood end made for now, a far from small corner of Ipswich.
Nothing could have been more Mick McCarthy than today's line-up. Bart the guardian of our goal, Berra and Smith shouldered defensive duties with Chambers and Mings. Tabb returned as Skuse, Bishop and Parr kept the middle, allowing Murphy and Sears to complete the line-up. at the head of Mick's orange column.
Kicking of apace, Town pushed down the left and worked an early corner. Swinging out from Tabb's little left boot and in to who else but Murphy. Not since the God's of old has blue and white parted so magically as the Irishman put a left foot through the ball and onto the hearth of destiny. Thundering in for the top scorer in the division as excitement and dread tingled across the away end like a lover's touch. Sweet ecstasy after only minute, just as it should be when gratification is so desperately needed.
With the lead ours, good news flowed in from grounds across the country just like grudging admiration had all season. Reading were ahead and so were we, the top six finish looked us right in the face and winked. It did so with so long and so far to go. Bodies twitched and twisted, muscles and sinews spasmed and shouts escaped as the clattering of footballers below played out a drama for the Sky cameras.
Blackburn began accumulating counters as a second Town corner in succession was found wanting. The notion that Dunn's swansong would be a dirge soon put to bed by the hosts willingness to push it and run at Town. Berra and Smith won much in the air and yard of space they found themselves with all too often. Out wide as ever, Blackburn looked to push us back and make that yard of space count for two sharpshooting marksmen.
Town plodded as the journeymen hosts found fight in them even they seemed not to know they had. Skuse eventually took his card like a man, having taken his man where Mings had feared to tread following a poorly cleared attack. Tabb picked up his for his reaction to the ref's whistle as much as the nibble that drew the foul initially. You sensed the players were as rattled as teeth and phone buttons in the stand.
The 442 for both sides had made for a close run thing. Two of the best strikers in the league made less and less impact as Ipswich's suicidal tactic of withdrawing service and attacking intent meant Rhodes and Gestede worked their way into the game with greater success. Parr collided with one attacker on the touchline, moments after Chambo had done the same and bafflingly conceded a free-kick. The former Town kid was now a man and who else would stand above the flat footed blues and head home unchallenged from close range? Wheeling away in delight, the striker stretched out his arms and former employers' nerves. When like Blackburn you spend like the Greeks, you get Rhodes. It was a deficit Town could ill-afford to lose track of.
If the electricity of the early lead had seen us shaking like a Glaswegian crackden the twenty odd minutes between goals had been a floaty almost hallucinogenic experience. August and everything after flashed between every mistake, missed pass and badly timed run for both sides. Within six minutes the shakes ensued.
A long throw met by the head of Gestede again all too easily, and fell at the back post for Conway to stab home. Agony. In a half where Bart had made taken two goes at catching one soft header he'd been beaten twice now with no hope and no help. With a win becoming a draw, the sudden shock of looming defeat snapped at the away end who had let the adversity galvanise the voices. Encouragement and defiance were the timbre of voices rising to spur on the lads one more time. Tellingly a bibbed 'Unty was doing similar on the touchline, gesticulating frustration and encouragement in a furious interpretive dance.
As halftime came Bialkowski was again left to single-handedly keep out Blackburn as Gestede dominated the aerial battle to drop a bombing header down onto a Polish palm. As the ref blew for a foul and then half time the keeper lay writhing in the net when it should have been the goal to kill Town off – everyone else trudged off to dressing room and urinal alike it seemed.
The second half started with a prayer. Pole resurrected and a substitute S.Hunt upon the left flank for the carded and carelessly emotional Tabb. It then restarted due to encroachment at blistering pace. Unfortunately Town's first half trick of bringing the heat to Rovers was less forthcoming. Where a goal was more than needed, the second 45 began much like the first had ended with frustrating touches and mistimed movements in a macabre ballet of emotional torture.
The new addition on the left drew boos from the home fans and spluttering of disbelief from the away ones as he couldn't seem to make the right decision time and again. An early break thanks to the lively Sears was wasted. Town were struggling to gain a foothold in a game and seemed likely to slip from the running in every sense. The more defensive Parr was soon removed and Anderson given the go ahead. It expanded Town's horizons and belief even if it allowed a dangerous yard too many for the breakaway for both sides.
Two minutes later and Chambers was too close to the new man and moving forward a step too many as Blackburn did the same. Pinning us back the cross was headed clear by Mings low and hard, straight at Bishop instead of to him and the disbelieving Gestede finished with ease. Colour drained from Town faces as we were artfully painting ourselves into a corner.
As both teams played out a match to entertain the neutral, Town fans began to spontaneously bounce and cheer, happiness combusted across the eyes of those keen enough to be reading about Derby. You could see the energy ripple across the 22 men below as the days biggest shock was felt so far from the iPro.
Murphy as ever looked to flick and forage whilst the pace and running of Sears eluded his markers and colleagues alike too often. Mings' poor afternoon on the ball had not stopped the confident lad bring down balls in defence or make flying runs forward. The lack of shape or structure to Town's middle all too apparent as he, Bishop, Sears, Murphy, Hunt and Anderson all migrated from line to line in efforts to get Town high up the table again.
As all those moments came back to baited breath and whirring brain, Murphy's miss of the season was another accolade Sears soon came looking for. From what looked like almost under the bar, he got a foot under the ball and sent it over by miles, the keeper had handed Mings' goal-bound header to him on a plate. Crumbs and no comfort. If there was a collective noun for the distraught it should sit here.
The fact that the impressive King had nearly crowned the win with a thunderous volley past Bialkowski and off the bar minutes earlier was lost on no one – this game was fast, furious and no matter how bad it got, just would not die. Nearpost, far out or from close range the keeper was keeping us in it with everything he had.
It was time for every man to step forward and none have done so more often this season than the boy Bishop. Twisting in from the left like a little ginger Communist plot he streaked past Rovers before being felled well inside the box. Less than ten minutes left and Murphy stood over the ball. As the last two steps came towards the ball, heads bowed, hands and feet curled and the ball thundered into the net. Air punched, hats knocked off (as well as spots off the fact we might not make it too) as all went wild. A goal behind meant a limping Town could surely not be caught as this playoff/promotion race was all but run. An accidental headbutt met with the words “we've fcuking done it haven't we?” was tenderly rasped in the nearest ear.
With the time remaining still in double digits thanks to stoppage time the opportunity to right so many wrongs felt all too near. Berra had stopped piling forward and the back was again a four, the low braying of Bru saw the Mauritian magician sweep onto the pitch for the boy wonder and Town would go again. There was no sense and no style just industry in the depths of Lancashire.
Alas, Town could not make a more honourable end to the game and the regular season. A defeat has never felt so sweet. Arms, flags, inflatable bananas and banners aloft as every man, woman, taco and penguin sang in triumph. A select bunch of heroes spoke clichés and summaries into microphones below, as young Freddie looked apprehensively at the scoreboard seemingly in need of reassurance of the fact we all knew.
It was over. The long walk to extending a season was at an end. The play-offs and Norwich await....
Blackburn Rovers v Ipswich Town Your Report added by battyblue at 15:29:46 Town score early with a cracking finish from Murphy them try the normal of late and try to control the game without much success ,poor free kick given by ref for their equalizer and even poorer defending by Tommy Smith who let Rhodes dominate him to head in,,,More bad defending for the second from a long throw again town failed to win a clearing header and it falls kindly for the tap in ,,the third more bad defending albeit a shade unlucky with Mings heading straight at Berra the fall falling nicely for Gestede to tap in with Bialkowski having little chance town up there game after this and an excellent run into the area by Bishop won a deserved Penalty kick which was put away by Murphy .Town put the pressure on but were guilty of poor final balls and to much heading tennis to get an equalizing goal.
Ipswich Town v Nottingham Forest Your Report added by DanLyles at 09:46:45 We looked to be on our way to grinding out a 1-0 win until Berra made a very rare mistake. We looked so much better when MM switched to a 4-3-3 and introduced Bru. We pegged them back with Varney, Murphy and Sears occupying their back line and Bru pulling the strings in midfield. I should imagine we will keep it tight against Blackburn and retain a 4-4-2 but if we do need to score it's reassuring to know we have that option.
Dare I say it but maybe we would invite less pressure on our own back four by taking the game to the opposition with a 4-3-3. One problem may be that Varney is ineligible against his parent club and we are short on strikers.
Either way, great attendance and atmosphere yesterday! COYB's.
Wolverhampton Wanderers v Ipswich Town Your Report added by Mullet at 18:36:22 As the season draws to an end, you'd struggle to find a more picturesque Black Country landscape spread out before Town today. Molineaux bathed in glorious sunshine, as the playoff race began to bubble. The final bend in sight as Sky cameras broadcast Ipswich's travails towards the Premiership one more time.
Bart was protected as ever by Mings, Berra, Smith and captain Chambers. Skuse sitting deep with Bishop, Tabb and Parr corralling the middle. Sears and POTY Murphy completed the 442 for today. A quintessential lineup for this iteration of Ipswich Town FC, even if the display was more than just a contrast in styles. A portal into the McCarthy old and new against his former employers is not the dismissal of Jackett's job that it might sound initially. Continuity, a key marker of a side who may have just made their dash for the line a little too late. Wolves' wingplay excited, but Town's resoluteness excelled.
Wolves are big, and very fast. They break in packs and hunt for goal with ferocity. After Murphy curled the ball past the face of the goal early on, they'd demonstrate this for concerted periods of time. The Irishman falling towards the turf as Ikeme had already fallen for his drop of the shoulder promised more than it might have delivered. Unfortunately his feet and his follow through lacked the composure to steer the curler towards the corner and ended in a goal kick.
While the home side poured molten Old Gold down the flanks and looked to flood the Ipswich defence with quicksilver movement, McCarthy steeled his midfield to sit inside and push their width out of bounds. It was no doubt a fascinating match up for the neutral as livewires Sako, Dicko and Afobe tested our defenders with everything they could.
Bartosz would fist towards victory for the first of three times as Wanderers went close with a telling final ball, it was the type of save that not only kept them at bay but Town very much in the game. Looking and longing for the earlier form of winter the 1300 blues stretched along the touchline as end to end play struggled and strained to put either side ahead. For all the hosts' athleticism, when it came to creativity they were hardly poetic as Berra especially read every move expertly.
A corner would bring Ipswich eyes back towards the target and when Smith rose for the second time today unchallenged. It was former Town loanee Stearman who lived up to his name and drove the ball past a stranded Ikeme. The whole contingent rose and fell into sudden silence, as many seemed to fear the referee had initially disallowed it. No such bad luck! Against the run of play Town strutted out in front delightfully so.
Where Mings had looked so good in previous displays going forward, today it was a mirror which showed just how accomplished the defensive aspects of his game have become. Neither Sako nor Van La Parra could get as much from him as they deserved, when the latter cut inside on the 18 yard line he giddily stabbed over. Dazzled by the looming prospect of headlines no doubt. Dazzling he was not.
In contrast Parr and Tabb had less edifying times in terms of discipline. The Norwegian seemed a beat or two off each ball and ball carrier, he knew exactly what he was doing when he quelled a breakaway deep in Wolves own half. A deserved booking for the utility man was followed by a potential dismissal later on for Tabb. Caught short (as you might expect) by the twisting Sako he caught the stocky whinger with the worst timing possible. Mid-march to the incident the ref reached for a card and many feared the worst. A decisive yellow for a dreadful misjudgement could have been harshly treated on many other days in such heated moments.
While the half had periods of bright spells for Town, it'd be hard to argue that the job we'd done in taking the lead was little short of professional. A clean hit amongst 45 minutes of fury and flurries from a home side desperate to catch up but woefully short of the instincts to take anything from the game.
As the slow filtration of travelling fans dispersed into the belly of the stands, many digested the reality of a lead very much against the logic of an away side merely blocking and stopping all routes to goal. Others chose to trade beer and bouncing alongside insults for Delia in carnival fashion, while Mick plotted hoodwinking his old friends out of the three points on offer.
Where Sears and Murphy had struggled to see much of the ball and instead, much of the back four's arms and endeavour. All of us knew full well that the first ten minutes would tell. An injured predator will snap at anything and when a strangely innocuous freekick allowed Sako to cross with relish, there deserved a better finish to gobble up the sight of goal he created.
It wouldn't take long though. Scoring goals has been the hallmark of Daryl's finest season to date. Creating them, a secondary activity. When he needlessly landed a head on a Town clearance, he sent his colleagues back on their heels as the ball went towards them needlessly, Wolves cut inside a dipping deflection allowed Afobe to stab home from well inside the box. Hard done by, but always coming, Town had to face up to the debt their wasteful play had eventually cost them.
A lack off effort was not the underlying cause for a lack of chances in a game where 1-1 might have flattered a lesser side, there's a reason we're eyeing the top league this late on. There's a lot more than one to be honest. Our refusal to die or hide is one of the strongest, Bart's dexterity with both feet gave lots of options when the hosts were not inclined to give much away. Lumping long, meant that a weary Murphy could escape exiting for a substitute's arrival that looked likely for much of the afternoon.
First the poorly playing Parr was swapped for Anderson. The winger was hit and miss, his best and worst allowing chances on goal for either side. To say that is an improvement of late hints at his limited impact. He did however do well to stand up his man and find a left foot cross that couldn't be despatched. Likewise a late rush to the back post would have filled us all with joy had his half chance not screamed into the stand, showing the desire to do all he could.
Sears as ever was dangerous, but all too often from all too deep - stinging Ikeme's hands from deep early in the second spell illustrated many of the issues Town were having. He was eventually removed for Wood as Town looked to close out the game with power and pushing the tired home side inch by inch. The incisor-like runs of the bargain signing cut little ground as he ploughed a weak effort off his weaker foot in the best of a second foray forward.
There was hope, but not enough help going forward all too often. As Town were camped across their own half, looking to break out and spot the killer touch in a game where promotion was still a long way short of both side's hard work.
Kiwi loanee and all round disappointment too often Wood, splintered the Midlander's defence on two occasions. Flicking a throw in over his shoulder to chase down, he showed the Premier League ideas, but not the production when it came to finishing. His best chance came on the left flank where he refused to let the ball go out and away. Chasing down a lost cause, Batth lost ground as he managed to get in on goal but not find a finish that went in the goal much to our mutual frustration. He and we deserve so much more from his time here so far.
The substitute in the middle of the two mentioned was Wolves old boy and Mick's faithful old harrier, Hunt, Jettisoning a spectacular drive over in style was his most eye-catching contribution. Town's tactical designs on producing a decisive move weren't harmed by the winger's industry.
Wolves' had a good chance through a change of their own. Adding the harder Henry to the midfield, Pole and post combined to keep out a second goal. The sub's drilled effort was diverted in one move that piled pressure on Town that would ebb and flow well into injury time.
While Mick tinkered with the top and massaged the middle, the back was very much a unit untouched in many ways. While Mings and Smith clattered and clambered hard yards with the ball and their man in sight, it cost Town much attacking potential. Chambers and Berra were calmer and more coordinated by and large but their last gasp defence meant Town couldn't push forward all too often with numbers to speak of.
1300 there, and an army at home no doubt leaned on edge of bar and armchair alike, willing a leggy Town to steal a march on their rivals this lunchtime. Still there was a feeling that firepower not hunger was missing today. All three points turning up in Suffolk would have been much more than a result but a mark of the divine. Mick's watercarriers dealt with the flood of attacking intent by destroying much of Wolves' invention. As the injury time wore down, so did their ability to test or tease until Dicko sprang forth and missed his mark. Perhaps this lack of erosion will be a monument to the job Mick and TC have done this season?
More telling than anything than a point shared, was the affection and adulation current Wolves players competed to show towards their old bosses once all was said and done. If not now, then soon maybe the answer we're about to get.