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broseleyblue added 17:46 - Oct 5
Mings, Berra and Murphy were great.
runningout added 17:49 - Oct 5
dalianwasexciting added 19:36 - Oct 5
Positives, Murphy once again proved how passionate he is and took both goals well, Williams clearly loves it here and excelled despite Forest trying to kick ohm off the pitch, Mings and Berra truly excellent. Chambers led by example and even Gerken deserves praise for some excellent saves - I just wish he would catch a cross sometimes!
Disappointment, Connor Sammon - should have given way not McGoldrick
Mullet added 20:03 - Oct 5
A familiar back five only Williams for Bishop meant Town were asking “Y” of Forest with McGoldrick the other prong of a midfield quadrilateral that had Skuse tucked behind Hyam. Sammon and Murphy came inside as forwards that went from wing to wing as play allowed. The hosts were a more traditional in shape with pace out wide and Lansbury sitting behind the strikeforce that included Fryatt, Burke, Antonio and Assombolonga across the line.
Town started well enough, but it was a throw back to the last game where on four minutes the home side threatened far too easily with a long ball forward. A move that saw the ball make it to the far side and crash off the post raised pulses. Luckily the lino also raised his flag to ensure once again Town would not be behind even had they conceded.
Bright sunshine and bright football saw Town start the better of the two sides. Neat football and passing that was complimented by movement once again today, saw the massive away contingent on their feet, despite the stewards' reservations it was our time and turn to party. The support and atmosphere throughout was as good as it has ever been before during and after the game.
Murphy had the best early chance, blazing over after cutting in from the right. The drop of the ball didn't match that of his shoulder as he left his marker trembling but was put off by the spread of the keeper.
The walk to the ground had been abuzz with talk of a young sensation plucked from lower league obscurity and taking the division by storm. Despite the pace and embarrassment of riches from the home side they were suitably subdued by Town's defensive nous time after time. Mings wrestled away the MOTM award with his first half display alone. Time and again any freedom Forest's forwards found was oppressed by his last ditch tackling and ability to dig deep into athletic reserves that just keep getting better. Numerous time it was his leg which swung round red adversaries like a crane in a storm. With such force, it was wrecking ball and bounce for attackers every time of asking. So good, he was he at either end today, he was given Johnny Wark's chant, it rang out here, there and every fooking where. Take a bow son you've almost made it.
Town would make their superiority count soon enough. It was something far less complex than Forest could muster. Sweet ball onto the right, Murphy's first touch exquisite. As if keeping up with McGoldrick who did similar at Wednesday last Tuesday, the big man slinked and shimmied a slalom run and finish into the far corner of the net. Nobody puts Ipswich in the corner, but our fans who were down there in numbers gave not a toss; as it's no exaggeration to say that arms and plaudits were thrown about to the power of 2000 or so.
With the half barely twenty minutes old Town were leading, soon enough both us and Forest would make subs due to injury. The one time Town target Wilson made way and Hyam would follow suit minutes later for Tabb. Like a knock off Barcelona Town packed the middle with little dynamos despite it being our kids who were making the headlines for tiki-taka goals this week.
Ipswich continued to push but the first half was yielding nothing else for either side as Gerken did little but collect bravely, and home corners swung forebodingly past everybody time and again. The breaking football which both sides showed in this almost unbelievable top of the table clash, would mark the rhythm of a game punctuated by stoppages of play and pulses as neither side looked to apply a telling shot.
Williams had had the best chance to double our lead. He was gifted a golden opportunity through the centre when he broke onto a loose ball unmarked and unable to atone for a leaden touch. Town's footballing alchemist was denied with a chopping boot away and could do little with the second attempt as Notts now rallied to clear their lines.
Starting as they meant to go on, the Ipswich attack was let loose from the first move of the second half. An ambitious touch goalwards from Murph proved to be a simple catch for the keeper but alluded to the dominance we'd enjoyed before the break. It would take about an hour for Town to really lose their focus. For the second game running, history repeated itself. Forest put yet another corner past everyone, or so we thought. Amidst the crowded six yard box Tesche seemed to get the killer touch which wound past and wounded Town, levelling the game. A serpent was loose amongst the garden of Ipswich and it had struck Town with deadly accuracy.
Despite the set back we continued to push. The substitute Tabb joined Mings and Sammon in attacks and praiseworthy performances, positively pouncing on everything he could. Whereas Skuse's imperious first half passing was now reducing in percentage points of stattos across the ground. It proved to be our running particularly down the left, which was making a smash towards Forest's goal as we looked to grab all three points with a swashbuckling ram-raid style.
McGoldrick might well be a Nottingham folk-devil, but despite unfair accusations of hoofball, he almost set the turf ablaze with a lovely turn and touch into space on the right-hand corner of the box. Cutting in from the left his shot let him down as he looked to beat the keeper with style when substance was that counted. The reds could hardly believe it, neither could we for very different and opposing reasons.
It was symptomatic of one of the most unbelievable complaints our fans could now make. Often Town looked to pass the ball and pass the ball, in neat and near moves when the path to the backpost was paved with onrushing blues. It was frustrating to see us taking more touches than a hairy Cornflake when we should have been putting it about like a slutty Sugar Puff. Justice would soon prevail.
MOTM and the man with the Micky Stockwell vibe combined down Town's left. Tabb tucked in as he's often done with such aplomb and chipped. Murphy rose on 12 and found such power it seemed god given. Neck and net strained in sequence, voices and spontaneous gestures of affection gave out across the Suffolk fans, the finish divine. Kerroist buh, back in the lead and back in dreamland.
Things would soon change for Town. Bishop replaced the still unfit #50 and while not yet in his class, he showed himself again to be capable more often than not. One disappointing pass was cancelled out with a slicing switch of play from the teenager time and again. It summed up Town's performance in many ways.
With the game finely balanced and the East Midlanders' hubris hanging in the balance it was down to Town to take the game by the scruff of the neck. Unfortunately the fight of the first half drained Mick's men who slumped back into fits of fatigue all too often. Forest fans laughably blew away with the autumnal breeze long before the end as the attendance and game dropped into the final minutes.
This may been in no short part to a magnificent brace of saves from the ginger bearded Gerken. Antonio opted not to dive and made Gerks do it instead with a rasping shot down to the keeper's right hand side from inside the box. A let off for Town that would soon be trumped. Breaking through the whole of the middle yet again, Forest somehow managed to contrive a miss thanks to the sliding trunks of Gerken who denied them from all of three yards and sent the ball spinning over the bar as he barked at wooden defenders all around him. Spectacular and horrifying all at once.
Unlucky Smith found a rare chance not that late on to impress, as Mick looked to squeeze the life out of the game and the hosts with it. Unfortunately a move to play three at the back became five as the whole side copied the defence in going flat and prone to breaking in the wrong places. McGoldrick who'd tried so hard in vain to prove our fans right and his former patrons wrong, made way.
Stand-outs looked to come to a disappointing standstill the longer the second half ticked on. As the ref signalled five extra minutes, digits ticked, wrangled and wriggled down towards the final whistle. The nagging doubts swirled in Town stomachs as nauseating anxiety grew and the hosts heaved the ball forward one more time. Parr was in the right place to divert a telling cross out for a corner. While the dreams of glory and reality of three points now strained against our fingers, Gerken was understandably unable to get his anywhere near another high and lofted set piece to the back post. Once again defenders failed to get anything on it either, as dreams turned to deja vu. Antonio under pressure, managed to stay on his feet for the first time all game to apply the killer touch. The axe came down on Town along with curtain as a draw now beckoned.
Before the game Forest fans came across as the Dane Bowers of Championship football. Bloated, arrogant and long since famous in their derisive dismissal of us and our club – how times change. It's no laughing matter however, that it was Town who looked to be on another level for much of the game. The fact we're even talking about them at all today is a source of nagging malcontent and ire. Mick must be doing his nut to think that three corners in two games have cost us four points. The mistake might be easy to recognise, he has the international break to see it rectified if Town are to maintain their place in, let alone beyond the chasing pack.
itfc_f95 added 20:44 - Oct 5
Moscow_Blue added 21:50 - Oct 5
Pessimistic added 13:38 - Oct 6
blue added 11:21 - Oct 7
Hope we can keep this up looking good in my eyes at present.
blue added 11:23 - Oct 7
Tue 21 Oct 7:45pm Cardiff City A
Sat 25 Oct 3:00pm Huddersfield Town H
Sat 1 Nov 3:00pm Blackpool A
Tue 4 Nov 7:45pm Wolverhampton Wanderers H
Sat 8 Nov 3:00pm Watford H
We can win all f these on current form .
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