| The Warky Championship Report 2025/26: Catching up (H) 10:51 - Oct 12 with 899 views | Warkystache |
Welcome to the Late, Late Breakfast Report, an occasional look back at events ITFC related. This needn't be a regular feature by the way. This time last week, I was tipsy on too many morning pints, enjoying a Wetherspoons cooked breakfast in the same way The Mail on Sunday enjoys pro-Palestinian marches; innate scepticism, but hey, the toast is sort of toasty and the egg looks presentable.
Last Sunday was a good day. Tel and I, fresh from the shower, met at 08.00 at my house, he dropped by his good wife who then drove on to The Lifehouse Spa in Thorpe for a morning swim and a punishing session on an exercise bike. And then lunch, she reminded me. She's apparently taking Wegovy or something to release those few extra pounds men store in double chins and boobs, and she stores around her bottom and calves. I reached for my hirsute double chin in a pondering reassurance as her eyes lit with the sort of messianic zeal you're usually confronted with when the Jehovah's come knocking. I was always told the best way to lose a double chin was surgery. Still, she seems happy enough.
Tel moaned about fees for the Lifehouse in a goofy sort of self-indulgence denying way he has when it's the wife. Its not meant to be taken seriously, yet sometimes I wonder if it is and we just laugh automatically because it's polite to. Certainly, it's not a message he's paying much attention to. He had three breakfasts before twelve. A sausage and egg bap with his pint of Guinness at Manningtree Station Cafe, then a large Wetherspoons special with microwaved, foamy bacon and rock-hard hash browns and beans served daftly in little blue china ramekins. Then at eleven, when everyone had left to attend the 'Meet the Player's Coach' thing armed with blue flares and cans of Stella, he had a Wetherspoons Egg McMuffin tribute. It featured a microwaved poached egg, bacon rasher and extra pats of Lurpak on the side. This could be normal when we play our share of the Saturday 12.30's.
We left at 11.40am and strolled succinctly through the Town, joining in with sporadic cries of Blue Army and Nunez, managing to stay clear of police roadblocks and the general mayhem outside the Curve Bar. The Norwich supporters we'd seen in the Station Pub garden on our way from the Station (and shared Nescafe gestures with as well as the aforementioned Nunez shouts) were now safely ensconced in their seats in the Cobbold. We passed two being interviewed by some back street sweaty-looking Norfolk Youtuber, just as they confidently predicted a 3-2 win, and Tel snorted with the sort of derision he saves for Kier Starmer, or Stuck Farmer as he calls him.
You were all there so I'll save a description of the game. Suffice to say we won. Should've been a few more as well. Tel and I found ourselves inexplicably in the Norwich side of the walk back over Station Bridge, the police keeping us apart from the excitable chants of our fellow Town fans, him joining in and then wondering why we seemed to be shoulder-to-shoulder with Them. They'd had it by then, though. Any nastiness was confined to feeble insults and glares. They looked as fed-up with proceedings as, doubtlessly, their local pigs would be later.
Back to the local. Mrs Tel joining us at 4pm, so enough time for a few to celebrate. The remnants of the Newcastle v Forest game, watched by no-one in the pool room, which was empty. It was anti-climactic. A few late-lunchers finishing off their silver catering dishes of ice cream and fudge sauce, a few old boys with their ever-lasting IPA's, the smell of greens and gravy. We exited to the Beer Garden and sat in peace amongst the broken swings and clammy benches.
I usually hate Derby Days. All that build-up, a guaranteed poor performance from us, the early kick off, the rushed hours in the pub, the expectation, the nerves. I enjoyed this one. True, its more for the youngsters these days, with their blue hair and their flares and their cheeky songs. But to be the victor takes guts and to celebrate it without denigrating takes a more open mind than many could manage. We did it well last week.
A dull International weekend is probably what's needed. Catch-up time. Draw a breath. Until Friday. |  |
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| The Warky Championship Report 2025/26: Catching up (H) on 11:25 - Oct 12 with 804 views | DinnernotTea |
I love that Tel now seems to be proper Ipswich. What was his team before he met you? And would you say he's proper Ipswich now? |  |
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| The Warky Championship Report 2025/26: Catching up (H) on 12:43 - Oct 12 with 695 views | J2BLUE |
Great stuff as always mate. Hope you're well.
'just as they confidently predicted a 3-2 win, and Tel snorted with the sort of derision he saves for Kier Starmer'
Superb. Has TWTD ever had a legend of this calibre who has never made a single post? |  |
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| The Warky Championship Report 2025/26: Catching up (H) on 17:03 - Oct 12 with 481 views | darkhorse28 |
Sharing a shower we Tel, the cost of living crisis hits hard.
Great content (as always). | | | |
| The Warky Championship Report 2025/26: Catching up (H) on 20:01 - Oct 12 with 348 views | strikalite |
"and we will fight forever more...."
Unless it's on the Station bridge...🤣🤣 |  | | |
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