 | Blog | End of Season Grades
by BlueBloke at 15:27 21 May 2018
Football might be one of life’s trivial pursuits in which it’s never quite possible to gain enough distance; I still wince, for instance, at the two Bobby Zamora goals that killed our promotion dream in the 2005 play-offs. |
| Blog | TS Eliot and the Football Waste Land
by monty_radio at 13:17 10 May 2018
April is the cruellest month – or so TS Eliot once said back in 1922, the year of the publication of his poem, The Waste Land, when the FA Cup final was done-and-dusted by the end of April. |
| Blog | Away Day Report: Reading
by BlueBloke at 23:28 28 Apr 2018
I wake up at 5.30am. I’d like to say it was in anticipation of watching the Town. Sadly, it owes rather a greater deal to an abhorrently early alarm on Tuesday morning and a very late night on Thursday. Still, now that I’m conscious I may as well start thinking about the day ahead. |
| Blog | On This Day - Saturday 28th April 1962
by clivebleedingthomas at 09:22 28 Apr 2018
As a 15-year-old I make my way to Portman Road full of anticipation and anxiety. Our rivals, Burnley, are playing at home to already relegated Chelsea. A home win must be on the cards. On the following Tuesday they will play their game in hand against Sheffield Wednesday. However, Town are top of Division One and facing Aston Villa. |
| Blog | Missing Mick
by SpiritOfJohn at 08:37 21 Apr 2018
Just like Jonas Knudsen I find myself pining for the good old days of the Mick McCarthy era. This current wave of optimism sweeping over the club must surely end soon and come crashing down around us. One day, maybe sooner maybe later, you will also feel some nostalgia for those halcyon days under McCarthy. With these thoughts in mind, here is a tribute to the great man and his legacy: |
| Blog | Managerial Musings
by monty_radio at 18:19 19 Apr 2018
With new manager speculation at fever pitch and so many alluring names who may have thrown their hats into some alleged ring, or perhaps been bumped up in the odds due to a flurry of misplaced fivers, it’s time to step back and assess the relevant claims of the hopefuls. |
 | Blog | Wanted: An Inexperienced New Manager
by JollyJourno at 20:49 17 Apr 2018
Usually the top attribute any employer looks for in a new recruit to their organisation is experience. Experience of doing a job at the same level, and a track record of success at that level, should surely be a guarantee of similar outcomes at a similar-sized organisation, right? |
| Blog | From 24th May 1981 to 9th April 2018
by TimS at 19:31 9 Apr 2018
How are you planning to spend your Tuesday evening this week? You might want to head down to Portman Road to catch Town versus Barnsley; the next match in what is turning into one of the most frustrating seemingly never-ending seasons that I can remember. |
| Blog | Perhaps the Glass is Half Full After All?
by NormEmerges at 10:48 23 Mar 2018
There’s been a lot of gloom and doom published on this website over the past few months, and for sure there is nothing happening on the pitch at the moment to blow any of this away. |
| Blog | Where Have Our Standards Gone?
by Pickersblue22 at 17:51 21 Mar 2018
If you were one of the 1,066 Ipswich Town fans at Ashton Gate on Saturday, ask yourself and be honest, how much does the result really bother you? |
| Blog | Blue Sky Thinking
by Edmundo at 20:26 19 Mar 2018
For those of you in business the title may seem like a boardroom soundbite, but seeing as it looks increasingly like there will be change at Portman Road over the next few months, what do we want to see? |
| Blog | An Uncomfortable Truth
by TBT at 16:27 22 Feb 2018
The Marcus Evans group of companies numbers over 30 different organisations and having a lame duck subsidiary running at a loss has its merits in terms of taxation. |
 | Blog | This Might Rub You Up the Wrong Way, it Might Not!
by delias_cheesy_flaps at 16:22 20 Feb 2018
“What is a club in any case? Not the buildings or the directors or the people who are paid to represent it. It’s not the television contracts, get-out clauses, marketing departments or executive boxes. It’s the noise, the passion, the feeling of belonging, the pride in your city. It’s a small boy clambering up the stadium steps for the very first time, gripping his father’s hand, gawping at that hallowed stretch of turf beneath him, and without being able to do a thing about it, falling in love.” |
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