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Terry's selling the shop. I've written this about twenty times, in detail, and have deleted every one. All seemed to make light of it. The fact remains that his newsagent premises is being put on the market next month and he has given his staff (Paula) and newspaper boys notice that he intends to cease trading by Christmas.
One of the chapters in "Brideshead Revisited" by Waugh is entitled 'A blow upon a bruise'. I went to Portman Road today, sober, chastened by a late night out last night and the above news. I couldn't get my papers and fags from Tel today, because he wasn't open. True, I also didn't get the usual pessimism about our chances of doing the scum for the first time in years. It was missed.
Usually in these reports, I give you a flavour of the week leading up to the game. A bit of a taste of my week. Well, the flavour of this week has been knacker juice, combined with off milk and that stuff you take when you've got constipation. I can't even be arsed telling you about the endless drives up to Birmingham, the office Bluenoses' fans gloating and the Villa fans confident they've turned a corner. They're all secret Nodge supporters (one depressingly even said "they'll do you on Sunday") and c*nts. Grade A ones.
So back to Tel. I saw him on Tuesday evening. He invited me down the pub for a chat. We sat, supping draught San Miguel, at a table, while he imparted the shock. He and the wife "'ave 'ad a heart to 'eart, like" and decided, as they're not getting any younger and Mrs Tel's dad probably won't see out next week, and his home in Gants Hill is on the market for £600k and they've got a potential buyer already, they want to move to Spain and possibly open a shop over there. He did a brief appraisal of the finances on a beermat with a chewed Bic he found in his jacket pocket. They were looking at properties. It was cheaper. They'd get £200k each, Mrs Tel and her brother, after inheritance taxes. They'd rent their bungalow out for £700 a month furnished. They had no mortgage. They'd sell the shop (which they own outright) for £165k.
Mrs Tel's father won't last much longer. Tel said "Long story innit, but basiclee, 'e's not gonna recover from the stroke and 'e's unconscious. They reckon 'is 'eart's on it's last legs and they've prepared us for the worst". Tel went on about him and the wife loving Spain "Iss like an 'ome from 'ome for the missus and me, we 'ate the cold and we've always said we'd love to go there perm'nent like".
Things moved quickly by Thursday. Tel was in the shop. He'd taken Mrs Tel to the hospital on Wednesday and the doctor there told all of them that her father wasn't expected to live beyond the weekend. He'd suffered a 'big' heart attack and was temporarily put on ICT ward to stabilise him. The stroke was likely to recur, the next one would probably be fatal.
By Friday, he had contacted his solicitor. By Saturday, he met me at the door of the shop and invited me into the back bit. He told me he was selling the shop. He gave me his bet for the weekend. I wandered out to the retail part and bought papers, fags and milk in a daze. The end of an era is in sight.
So to today. I hate this game. I was almost not bothered about going. That's shameful. An Ipswich supporter who doesn't attend the biggest game of our season? Shame on them. I hoped we'd play better than of late. I hoped all the furore; the parking queues, the sound of scum fans in my town, the police roadblocks, the bittersweet hopes that Didzy plays like Messi and Celina scores a brace of worldies and a last minute dribble round the keeper, and Man City let us buy him for £200k in January, and Chambers hands Oliviera his arse back from the stanchions of the Co-op where he's kicked it, and Nydom makes Hoolahan look like the thirty-something knackered old has-been we all hope he's become.
And, first half aside, when we played with intensity and poor finishing ability, and could have been three up and weren't, we were f*cking lacklustre. Any anger the players felt after those comments from Oliveira was snuffed like a fag butt in a puddle. And lo, the scum fans crowed and laughed and celebrated all the way back to Swaffham, or whatever backwards county town of Norfolk they'd unhinged their six fingers from.
Didzy walked. F*cking WALKED. He'd been moaning about not getting a new contract in the media during the week. Good way to show 'em you deserve it, Dave. Spence did his best Iorfa impression. Waghorn took all the corners and freekicks and started playing at the back at one part of the second half. WTF? Mick introduced Celina with ten minutes left. We'd been crying out for him all second half. The ref booked anyone in Blue who showed even the slightest urgency to win the ball.
The flare in the lower SBR before the game brought tears to the eyes. The second half performance brought more. The knowledge that we'd been suckered by the scum, and their fans were lovin' it, the apathy, the carelessness, the slow death of hope yet again, they all combined. I got the frig out of it on 90 mins. Seventeen minutes' driving brought me back home. A twenty-minute walk brought me to a pub. I sank alcohol and watched Spurs do Liverpool.
Still angry. It's the anger that gives me hope now. Surely we're not going to put up with this much more? Surely the anger will spread? We need another plan, 'cos this ain't working. It hasn't worked much ever. And all the while I see fans become disillusioned, and us stagnating, and the scum taking over our town and gleefully nicking the points without too much sweat, and the hope dying yet again, the more I think we need major changes. From the owner to the manager. For f*cks sake, give us something to be proud of.
'From the owner to the manager. For f*cks sake, give us something to be proud of. '
I think that's the sentiment we all share Warky - Good to see you again today pal, but sh*t we didn't beat those b*stards yet again... maybe next time, although, probably not.
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The Warky Report: Scum (h) on 19:37 - Oct 22 with 4794 views
Good report lots of information we didn't know before hand but sadly none of that related to the football club.
Fans were rightfully anticipating more of the same in the second half but with a better final product. Don't think Norwich played any better after the brak but Town were certainly poorer, lacking direction/ motivation.
Mick says he was pleased with the performance but you have to ask who he was aiming those comments at, suspect it was directed more to the owner than the fans.
We are where we are in the table due to a better than expected start, the form table doesn't lie we are yet again heading in the wrong direction, we will be down to 15th by the next international break.
Can't remember when Mick last said he cared about the club. Seems more interested in seeing out the season.
The Warky Report: Scum (h) on 19:37 - Oct 22 by Guthrum
Well said. Even as an optimist I'm getting really cheesed off. Every apparently positive development turning to dust.
Indeed
The positive me has said from the start that the best we can hope for is 8th-10th with flirtation of the playoffs
But let's be honest, it's another year of nothingness. A year of mid table boredom.
As a side note, I've got an interview next week at West Ham. If I was to get the job, i expect that means working Saturdays. Would have to make a big decision should it come to it. Another year of Town in the chanpionship slugging out games with the likes of Preston doesn't exactly have me gagging for it. I've already decided to start saving for Cheltenham in march and so am sacrificing a few away days such as Bolton that I'd planned.
My optimism fades.
Town will probably need to part with mick at the end of the season. Fair enough. I wish him well. But I expect little in the way of results to change. We are just a dull boring championship team.
I obviously wish him nothing but fine health too, but yes, it did strike me as odd. If there's one thing that would motivate me to give up smoking it's a bout of throat cancer.
The Warky Report: Scum (h) on 15:18 - Oct 23 by BrixtonBlue
I obviously wish him nothing but fine health too, but yes, it did strike me as odd. If there's one thing that would motivate me to give up smoking it's a bout of throat cancer.
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