Picture the scene, I’m nine-deep in a queue for the bank with only a 20-minute lunch break and an elderly gent has begun a full-on rant with the bank clerk.
“How are City top? They’re not that good, Answer me, I know you can’t, how have they managed to accumulate that amount of points and be clear at the top?”
The clerk goes to draw breath but before he can answer the man answers himself.
“You can’t tell me can you, I mean their defence is terrible, I’m not sure I agree with the manager’s signings either…” The clerk looks bemused.
At this point the inner wrath of Anita was about to force me to leapfrog the people in front and tell this man exactly what I thought. I took a moment to see how I was going to negotiate the barrier, and there was a very small gap between two members of the older generation blocking the way.
Just as I decided I was about to make my move, the man starts again…
“I mean de Bruyne is supposed to be the best in the league, but you can’t base a team around one player…”
Suddenly the obstacles were a blessing in disguise. They’d also saved my embarrassment.
The gentleman was now just eating into my valuable time.
Not only did this incident prove just how a conversation can easily be misconstrued but also how opinionated football can make us all. As individuals and fans we all have a little piece of inner football management eager to get out.
Last season, for example, we had even more budding replacement managers ready to take the helm of our beloved Norwich city than Ipswich had fans.
Oh how the tide has turned.
Where is the man with the dog who’s forever telling me, “He’s gonna be gone next week I’ve heard!”
And the dad at my son’s football… “I’ve heard the board are no longer supporting the manager – he’s for the jump.”
Surprisingly, neither of these people have appeared this season – surprisingly they’ve avoided me!
I have also seen a fair few remorseful souls on social media, pleased to be eating humble pie. At least they can admit it.
Just a note – I’m still waiting for an apology from all those that constantly called me a “happy clapper” ? but, jokes aside, I love that everyone is enjoying our football and there is harmony. Long may it last.
No one can take away the atmosphere, home and away, or seeing our fans respond to Daniel Farke as he salutes the Barclay at the end of a game, raising the crowd to a rapturous roar, not once, not twice, but THRICE – pointing to his chest to signify how much it means to him.
I think I love him… hmmm…
Oh (ahem), where was I?
We all want to believe something special is happening.
The same however cannot be said about our neighbours down the road and they’re not a happy bunch at the moment. As amusing as it is to you and me, you can’t but help wallow in the “careful what you wish for” adage.
This could so easily have been us if we had listened to some and got rid far too soon.
As much as I ridicule them, it’s sad to see what is happening to that team in Suffolk. They really do appear to be in our shadow at the moment.
I loved our time under Paul Lambert, but he’s not unfortunately gone on to achieve much after he left us for the dizzy heights of Aston Villa.
I’ve heard it said that it was the drive of Ian Culverhouse and Bryan Gunn’s signing of Grant Holt that led to his rise. But sometimes it’s just a team and a manager that click. Can Ipswich get that lucky in League One?
I’m not that interested to be honest – but I am hoping that right now we are rewriting a new chapter.
Whatever the outcome, I’m going to jump up and down and shout from my lower Barclay seat and enjoy every single second while it lasts. Exciting and enthralling it most certainly is.
Imagine if the man in the bank was talking about our “City”!