The relief was palpable. Timm Klose’s last-gasp header not only earned City the point they deserved but brought to end six minutes of agony.
We know Ipswich will beat us again one day. For those six minutes, it felt as if was yesterday was to be that day. And it didn’t feel good.
We have been bracing ourselves for the worst for a while, preparing ourselves, but the gut-wrenching pain that accompanies an 89th-minute ‘winner’ by Luke Chambers still felt like a whack in the cojones. His gurning celebration in front of the River End hurt.
We’ve mocked him in the recent past for his meaningless ‘fist pumps‘. This was payback time. Or so he thought.
As it transpired there was to be one final twist; there was to be a reward for a much-improved second-half showing.
That one centre-back was the provider and another the scorer tells a little story of its own – one that Team Farke still have to ponder – but in that moment it mattered not one jot who put the ball in the Ipswich net.
There is little to beat a late equaliser. It feels like a win. When it denies that team in blue their first win on Norfolk soil since 2006 it feels better than a win.
To this very day, I can vividly recall a very late Keith Robson equaliser on the Boxing Day of 1979. The roar of the Barclay still rattles around my mind.
For Keith Robson read Timm Klose.
The old place, which – let’s be honest – was notable only for the sound of tutting and sighing for long periods, shook on a Simon Jackson “chaos” scale. It was one of *those* moments,
Yet, in the cold light of day, it was only a point, it was against modest opposition, and the problems of old haven’t gone away.
The first half was definitely one to forget and, despite the Ipswich fans making clear their thoughts on the aesthetics of Mick McCarthy’s crude take on Pulis-ball, there’s no denying they had the better of things.
Waghorn and Garner had our recently imperious back-three reeling for spells, with Christoph Zimmermann’s first-minute slice setting the tone for a rocky opening 45.
Say what you like about McCarthy’s crash-bang-wallop football, but it does create pressure and chaos in the opposition box, something we struggle to do.
Luckily, with the help of a couple of good saves from Angus, we were able to ride out the storm and, to be fair, 0-0 at half-time was a relief.
Quite what tactical changes and tweaks were made at half-time were not obvious from my River End vantage point – or if indeed it was just an upping of the intensity – but it turned the tide in City’s favour in a big way.
The dominance was total, yet still, it was only from outside the box – mainly from two Maddison set-pieces – that Bialkowski was tested.
The sucker punch from the charming Mr Chambers looked for all the world like the winner until the world’s most odd and glorious one-two between our two centre-backs set up the late, late show that broke Ipswich hearts.
Ironically, Timm hadn’t had his best afternoon – he rarely does against Ipswich – but Grant Hanley’s contribution to not only the goal but the whole afternoon was once again magnificent, and can’t be overlooked.
The scenes and Timm’s celebration were up there, even if they did give dear old Chambo the hump, and the run is now 10 games and counting.
Quite how much yesterday’s second half has taken out of the collective tank will only be revealed at Molineux on Wednesday evening but there is no questioning the desire and physical condition of this group. Neither the collective spirit of the group, which seeped from every pore in the aftermath of the goal.
Mick may have lost the Blue Army. Right now we’re all as one.