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|Blog ||Too Many Suspects? – A Swede Ramble|
at 22:48 29 Apr 2019
Town have finally dropped through the beckoning trapdoor – but who to blame? Rev Evans with the peeling candlestick? Colonel McCarthy with the fraying rope? Captain Keane with the poisoned dart? Professor Paul with his own interpretation of chaos theory?
|Blog ||The Hand-Dryer Treatment|
at 19:44 22 Oct 2018
Giving up on the mirage of a quick half-time tea I turned aside to the Gents before any reluctant return to that other seat for which I’d had to offer up £25. My visit set off a chain (pun intended) of reflection and metaphor.
|Blog ||A Driven Individual and - So Far - a Serial Winner|
at 13:59 14 Sep 2018
In such a day as this when allowing your new manager and regime 10 games is considered the height of patience and sense and, by some, lenient nonsense, Paul Hurst is naturally incurring fans' spoken and written doubts after seven - albeit with an unrecognisable team.
|Blog ||TS Eliot and the Football Waste Land|
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 ||Managerial Musings|
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 ||'Twas the Night Before Transfers|
at 20:23 22 Dec 2017
‘Twas the night before Transfers, when all thro’ the house,
Not a rumour was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Marcus would surely be there;
Academy boys nestled snug in their beds,
While visions of Carabao danced in their heads.
|Blog ||McCarthy - Ready for Season After a Disappointing Holiday.|
at 20:34 8 May 2017
Flight crew announced at just before 2pm, same old; same old! Anyway, supped up and went off to check in. Several armed guys stood about, but was told it was to keep people in, not out. Nipped up for a coffee, but queue would have meant the flight would have started before I got served.
|Blog ||From Nothing to Something - And Back Again?|
at 12:56 21 Mar 2017
On the diamond jubilee of the rise of Ipswich Town from the old Third Division (South) we tremble on the edge of the abyss into which Coventry City have already fallen and have not yet hit the bottom.
|Blog ||A Belated Christmas Carol of Sorts|
at 15:59 6 Jan 2017
The Marley deal was dead, no doubt about it. Scrooge looked again as the knocker smiled in a kindly, fair-play sort of fashion, then slowly faded away. He turned the key and entered his very own gloomy arena. A large chunk of ceiling, disturbed by the mere turning of the key, struck him as he climbed the rickety stair to the upper section.
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