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A Little Less Conversation - Betting Tips for All the Family
Written by SE1blue on Wednesday, 24th Oct 2012 08:43

For every bad moment in life, you can usually find a really good thing that more than adequately compensates for the tough time you’re having.

For example, every single mistake allows a lesson to be learned. Every illness comes with a day off work. Every hangover gets served a tasty fry-up. Every break-up introduces you to a new flexible pole dancer called Destiny, Fantasy or Brenda (depending on your budget).

However, following Ipswich Town this season has found me searching for positives. The results I’ve witnessed this season haven’t so much left me wondering if the glass is half full or half empty, but whether I should just drink straight from the bottle.

On the whole, I consider myself a happy-go-lucky, optimistic kind of guy. I’d like to think that this is all down to my creative, spontaneous personality but I can’t deny the benefits I’ve experienced from mixing Heineken with my medication. But this latest run of bad form from Town has left me with a really bad case of the blues.

When I’m feeling depressed I like to spend a lot of my time trying to analyse what’s making me so sad. I’ve found the Internet particularly helpful in this area and I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Brandon Scott Gorrell for his 10 Foods For Depressed People which I’ve clicked in many an hour of melancholy. If only I could now find 10 Foods For Obese People.

It was during an afternoon of self-diagnosis last week that I struck on the idea of going back to my childhood and considering how I coped with defeat at an early age. I grew up in the Bobby Robson era when Ipswich defeats were as regular as lottery winnings, so when they came, it was like an unexpected punch in the face.

As I stared out of a rain-streaked window at work last Friday, I could clearly picture my dad driving us from Sudbury to Portman Road. My father was employed as a schoolteacher and he worked long hours. He was a tall man (he still is), with big fuzzy hair, Buddy Holly glasses and an amazing array of brown corduroy trousers. There was no losing my dad on the terraces. If I had gone to the toilet at half-time I would walk back into Churchmans and just aim for the man that looked like an oak tree in spectacles.

My dad doesn’t like football. It’s a true story that he sold ice creams during the 1966 World Cup final at Wembley because he was the only bloke in the country who didn’t care that he had his back to the game.

Despite my incessant badgering he would only take me to Portman Road twice a season; once at Christmas, once for my birthday. On neither of these visits could he ever leave the teacher at home and I would spend the ninety minutes dying of embarrassment as he would tick people off for swearing and frown at others who weren’t singing loudly enough. Oh those were the days all right.

On the way to the match I would be just as excited about spending time with my Dad as seeing the likes of Mariner, Muhren and Gates. His ridiculously long hours at work meant that any time I spent with him was going to be (in my head) the best time ever.

Sadly, his unwanted estrangement from his kids, coupled with my penchant for asking 'unnatural' questions about puberty ensured that the only people speaking in the car were The Archers.

If I so much as looked as though I was going to ask a question about why my nipples had gone hard or what was a suitable age to shave my scrotum, an Extra Strong Mint was thrust in my direction. I think my father has erased most of these memories but my fillings and dental records are testament of my thirst for knowledge.

On December 29th 1984 the awkward silence was finally broken. Everton had beaten Town 2-0 and I was unable to cope with witnessing my first Ipswich defeat. As we drove carefully back along the icy road to Sudbury, I tried to cry quietly, but my father heard my sobs and saw my little tears splash down onto the football programme resting in my lap.

That’s a lie.

I think I wailed something like “WHY DID THEY LOSE?” and a snot bubble inflated from my left nostril, before my Dad fixed me with one of his best teacher stares and said.

“The nipples reduce their size to retain heat. There is never a right time to shave your testicles and whatever a woman promises she’ll do to you once you’ve done it, she won’t, even if you marry her. Trust me! Oh and Ipswich lost because Everton were the better team.”

Then he leaned over and pushed an Extra Strong Mint into my open mouth.

Here are some betting tips for this coming weekend.

Yankee of draws on

Reading v Fulham

Middlesbrough v Bolton

Everton v Liverpool

Chelsea v Man Utd

Home win treble

Stoke

Wigan

Sheffield Utd

Correct Score Prediction

Ipswich 4 Sheffield Wednesday 1




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Bluetaff added 10:05 - Oct 24
Brilliant, welcome back - did we have the same father?? That's a worry...
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bluefeast added 10:05 - Oct 24
Ive been miserable this morning having witnessed last nights debacle. However you made me really laugh and i thank you for that. What a great written blog. Very amusing.
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TR11BLU added 10:13 - Oct 24
As usual a brilliant blog, where have you been hiding SE?
We need a regular Monday morning pick me up!
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Danfootie added 13:51 - Oct 24
Brilliant Blog again, was talking to my mate at the pub last week and we both mentioned how much we missed these blogs.
I understand you must be busy but in these upsetting times can we have one a week please :)
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IvorFeeling added 14:00 - Oct 24
welcome back SE1 blue - in our time of darkness your stories are a welcome distraction!
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Dozzells_Bobblehat added 19:35 - Oct 24
Brilliant
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AJblue added 22:04 - Oct 24
It has been said before, but, welcome back.
Its not often these days that logging onto TWTD brings a smile, so keep up the good work.


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SE1blue added 12:38 - Oct 25
Thanks for the comments guys. I'll try and write more regularly - as soon as I've finished embellishing my application form for the Ipswich job...it's amazing what you can print off the Internet these days.


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DanishBlues added 13:03 - Oct 26
Welcome back SE1 and absolutely brilliant as usually:-) Please keep 'em coming. Really makes my day:-)
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Edmunds5 added 18:43 - Oct 26
Scouted a few blogs yesterday and came across this, really tickled me nice work, would like to see more
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tomo added 13:05 - Oct 27
Top blog as per usual
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