And so, the end is near... saying goodbye to the season

The 2015/2016 season is one that most Ipswich fans will want to forget rather quickly; but, for many reasons, it is one that I will always remember.

For about halfway through, I found out that I am expecting a baby - with the new addition to the ITFC family due in August, around the first weekend of next season as it turns out!

Over the last five months I have spent a lot of time getting my head around how much my experiences as a football fan are going to change. For the first time in my life, football may actually be about to take a back seat. It's unthinkable!

While getting ready to attend the final game of the season at Derby's iPro stadium, I have spent this week looking back at some of the highlights, and low points, of the past nine months.

For me, the time to analyse where things went wrong and what needs to change is next week, when the season is over.

For now, this blog is a reflection on the experiences of this year and a toast a goodbye to the final season of being, well, 'me'!

 

Preston North End: 1 Ipswich Town: 2

As I made what is quite a short journey for me, I realised I hadn't seen us win away from home since November 2014, a 2:0 win over Blackpool, and wondered if that terrible record would ever end.

Having been through the drama of the play offs at the start of the summer, it was strange to be back with friends and facing 'business as normal'. Much of the pre match conversations were taken up with discussions of the play offs and our experiences from them.

A first half goal from new signing Brett Pitman was cancelled out by an equaliser from Preston's Daniel Johnson who, at the time, looked very impressive. An unremarkable second half followed, with the exception of a stunning goal from another new signing, Ryan Fraser.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUXgjyTwjNY

What followed was an agonising twenty-five minute wait for the final whistle, Ipswich fans all around me looking very tense as we watched the clock tick down to 16:45. Is it mad to say that that was the highlight of the day for me? The nerve wracking final minutes of a game are all part of the drama and the reason we love football, surely?

 

Doncaster Rovers: 1 Ipswich Town: 4 (League Cup Second Round)

There will always be a special place in my heart for Doncaster Rovers, having spent a season a few years ago helping them out writing a few articles, so, I was pleased for an excuse to pop down the A1 and see my Town play there again this season.

McCarthy had made some big changes to the team for this cup tie, allowing Town's young prospects the opportunity for game time. I was impressed with Josh Yorwerth, but less so with Josh Emmanuel. The fact that the latter has gone on to break into first team and been offered a two year contract at Town, shows how far he has come this season (and what a poor judge I am!).

The most memorable moment of the evening was Larsen Toure throwing his shirt into the crowd at the end of normal time, not realising he still had thirty minutes to play. He was quickly called back by the Town fans and his shirt returned, I later learned he made sure that the young lad who had caught the shirt the first time was given it to take home when the match actually did finish.

On the way home, we listened to BBC 5 Live's coverage of the third round draw, our own opposition being revealed quite early on: "Manchester United will play at home to... Ipswich Town'.

It took a moment to sink in, I could not believe it, I would finally get to see my team play at the famous Old Trafford.

 

Ipswich Town: 2 Brighton Hove Albion: 3

The week leading up to the August bank holiday saw me making a trip around the south of England, beginning with my first trip of the year to Portman Road, followed by Silverstone for the MotoGP and then on to Cornwall for a week.

May 2015 had seen me make three trips to East Anglia in less than a month, including two eight hour round trips undertaken in one day for the two play off legs. The exhaustion and drama of those weekends was still fresh in my memory and I was glad to be 'home' again.

On the pitch, Brighton appeared to be a far superior team but Town did well to come back from being two goals down. As I left the ground I didn't feel disappointed with the win, I had actually really enjoyed the match.  

Post match drinks were spent in the sunny beer garden with friends, debating Mick's possible formations for the next games - exactly as all bank holidays should be if you ask me.

 

Manchester United: 3 Ipswich Town: 0 (League Cup Third Round)

Many years ago, I made a promise to myself that the first time I went to see a football match at Old Trafford it would be with my own team. Though I did see the Rugby League World Cup in 2013, I had happily kept to that promise.

So, when we drew them in the cup I was desperate to secure a ticket and, thanks to some very kind friends who have season tickets and could not make the game themselves, I managed to book my seat. We decided to make this a trip to remember and booked a room for the night so that we could stay after the game.

Following an afternoon of visiting pubs in Manchester, we headed for Old Trafford and I cannot explain how excited I was to see the ground appear through the dark sky, it was an incredible sight. The feeling of walking up the stairs and into the ground with a chorus of Town songs ringing around me is one I will never forget.

For me to share that experience with my sister and some of my closest friends was truly something special and the reason I look back on this season with fondness. I'm so grateful I had the opportunity to do that.

 

Blackburn Rovers: 2 Ipswich Town: 0

Last May, the final day of the season was packed with drama and nerves. For Town fans, it all took place at Ewood Park where, despite losing, Ipswich were confirmed as having reached the play offs.

It was one of the best days I've experienced as a football fan, so returning to where we'd been through those feelings of relief and excitement was really important to me. But, in the nostalgia of remembering those good times, I had forgotten our terrible record against Blackburn.

This latest visit didn't disappoint, the match was so awful one friend of mine decided to leave early, something I've never seen him do before, so he could catch an earlier train home. We made a pact there and then not to make this away trip next season.

For me, this game was when my hopes for the season began to drop, as I realised that this year was going to be even tougher than the last. After the thrill of making the play offs last year, I had said I'd be happy with us being in with a shout of reaching them again, but I think this was the day I accepted that even that might be an expectation too far.

Nottingham Forest: 1 Ipswich Town: 1

As an overall 'away day', Nottingham has to be one of the best and after the disappointment of the performance at Blackburn we needed something to cheer us up a bit. So my friends and I decided to book into a hostel and stay the night. It's something I like to do at least once a season because it gives you the chance to bond with fellow Town fans and chat with the opposition fans.  

The game itself was also really enjoyable, on reflection I think it was the best I've seen us play this season, and was one of few matches that made us look like one of the top teams in the division.

Of course, Town being Town, it would have been against tradition to leave the City Ground without conceding a last minute goal and I should have put money on former Town player Liam Trotter being the one to score it. The draw felt utterly unfair at the time, but I had felt proud of the team's performance and at least we had our night out to look forward to.

 

Rotherham United: 2 Ipswich Town: 5

By far and away the highlight of my season, for the ninety minutes on the pitch and the whole day before and after off it. After the dreadful experience during my first visit to the New York Stadium last season, when Town lost 2:0, I had expected an awful performance once again.

This feeling of dread was increased by the declining home form that our team was demonstrating, something that was the topic of much discussion in the pub beforehand. Those chats included much criticism of our 'super striker' Daryl Murphy, who was so far failing to reach the dizzy heights of his 27 goal season last year.

Thankfully, we looked fantastic and Murphy was on fire. I think the last time I saw Town score more than two goals was in the days of Paul Jewell, a final game of the season victory at Doncaster. To experience another goal fest after such a long time was wonderful and really left the away end in high spirits.

Again, Town being Town, we couldn't just make it a comfortable win, so at 4:0 up when we allowed the Millers back into the game with two quick goals, the nerves set in a bit. But that's what made it so special when Murphy completed his hat trick and put the game to bed.

Charlton Athletic: 0 Ipswich Town: 3

I wasn't going to include this match as it wasn't one I went to see at the ground, but it was a trip out for me as I went to watch the game with one of my closest friends in his local pub in Lancashire with a number of Everton fans!

The locals began the evening teasing us about supporting Ipswich, with several digs about losing in the play offs to our rivals, but by the end of the match we were being complimented on the way Town had played, especially Murphy.

It was one of those evenings that made you proud to be a Town fan and showed that even if you can't make it to the game then you can still support the boys in your own way. Because of that, I see it as one of the main memories from my season.

 

Milton Keynes Dons: 0 Ipswich Town: 1

Following the Charlton game, my life took a huge turn as I discovered I am pregnant. It is something I have always wanted and so I am incredibly excited, but it did mean I had to make a serious adjustment to the way I enjoy my games - no more drinking!

So, MK Dons was the first game that I went to this season without having had a single drop to drink and, to be honest, it was probably easier that way. The ground is out in the middle of nowhere and the away day offers very little in terms of pre match meeting points.

I had not been to Stadium MK before and so I was keen to make the trip, but in hindsight it probably wasn't worth the extra hour added on to my journey home.

The venue, grey and uninspiring, suited the equally unimpressive game. I was, of course, very happy to see my third win of the season, particularly having gone so long without seeing one on my travel before this August, but it was terrible and didn't really feel like a victory.

 

Ipswich Town: 0 Derby County: 1

Another match attended on my travels down to Cornwall, this time to spend Christmas with my family. It was, once again, lovely to see all my friends but this time I didn't leave in the same positive mood that I had on my trip in August.

The game left me with a new, but very strong dislike for Derby, as they cheated their way through the game. An awful tackle on Freddie Sears went unpunished and former Norwich player Chris Martin spent ninety minutes hounding the referee for free kicks.

Despite this, you could tell they were a good side and just needed that little extra boost of quality to get them into the play offs. The game was followed by a massive £25 million spending spree for County, and them booking a place in the play offs some weeks ago.

On that day though, Town didn't match up and I was reminded of my feelings at the Blackburn game, that we probably just would not be good enough this year.

Thankfully, an overnight stay with my youngest sister in Ely where we were joined by my Dad soon helped me forget this, after all the football had been a bit of a 'side show' for this trip.

 

Birmingham City: 3 Ipswich Town: 0

This game came very shortly after another huge event in my life, my job was made redundant in January and the experience had been something of a shock. So, being back in the company of my close friends was hugely important to me and it was another rare game which my sister and I could both make together so that made it extra special.

We met at a busy little pub on what looked like the back of an industrial estate, Town fans were literally spilling out of the doors onto the quiet street outside. There, we enjoyed some entertainment provided by Norwich City as they took on Liverpool at Carrow Road.

As goal after goal went into the city net, the pub erupted with songs about Delia Smith and her saucepans and as we were walking to the ground we found out it had finished 5:4 to Liverpool. That score certainly lifted the mood of the Town fans as we headed into St Andrews, another new ground for me.

Perhaps the fact I had such a good day clouded my feeling over the actual result, but I didn't feel it was a fair reflection of the way we had played, particularly once Douglas had been sent off. We'd shown some resilience and fight and I hadn't felt particularly annoyed about the game as I made my way home.

 

Huddersfield Town: 0 Ipswich Town: 1

Another one of my favourite away days, I seem to say that a lot! But this is an easy one to travel to for me and I really like the John Smith's ground. We had an enjoyable time pre match in the town centre, chatting to other Huddersfield fans who were not expecting much from the game. Both set of fans were competing over who was more certain they were going to lose.

We have a terrible record playing here too, last year being another of the worst games of football I've ever seen, due to Huddersfield's style of football as much as our own. This year it wasn't much better but to my mind we dug deep for a win against a team that, like us, play not to lose. You can see my blog on the game here.

 

Bolton Wanderers: 2 Ipswich Town: 2

My only Tuesday night game of the season, things had got to the point where Town needed to win against a relegation side if they were to maintain any serious claim for a place in the play offs this season.

It was the 70th Anniversary of the Burnden Park disaster and I was very proud of the Town fans who began a round of applause on the 33rd minute to remember the 33 victims, hearing that ripple around the ground gave me goosebumps. It was one of those moments that reminded me of the important things in life: relegation or missing out on the play offs are just part of the rollercoaster that we've signed up to enjoy, but not one of us expects to go to a game of football and not return.

Sadly, the recent poor home performances had left fans with no confidence at all that we would get a result, but I felt that for the early parts of the game we looked in control. It was good to see us carry on after Bolton had equalised, but that second goal from Berra just didn't feel like enough to secure all three points.

 As we neared the 90th minute, my friend said to us, "it doesn't matter how much injury time they have, we'll let them score in the final minute". Thanks to a very late penalty conceded by Ainsley Maitland Niles, he was spot on.

For me, dropping two points here was what ended our season. As it turns out, of course, we needed more than those points to get into the play offs, but it was the last light of hope extinguished in my opinion.

 

Ipswich Town: 1 Brentford: 3

This match meant a lot to me on a personal level as it was to be my last trip to Portman Road for the season and most likely some time after that too. Once the baby arrives, I'd like to think I will manage a few games up here in Yorkshire but trips to Suffolk will be limited.

So Brentford at home was my own personal goodbye, knowing that when I return my life will be very different! Once again, a friend very kindly lent me a season ticket that wasn't being used and I was able to slip over to Block R in the Coop stand so that I could sit in 'my seat' where I once held a season ticket for many years.

Once again, the day was about more than the game to me and thank god it was or I'd have had an awful time! You can read my thoughts on the game here.

After a lovely time in the pub post match, discussing upcoming holidays and new Tractor Babies, I drove back to Yorkshire feeling quite emotional (I blame the hormones). I will miss my 'home', but I made a vow on that trip to make sure 'Tractorbump' sees how special Suffolk is to me and comes to view it in the same way.

Sheffield Wednesday:  1 Ipswich Town: 1

Another great away day in a city that truly has a lot to offer, we parked up at Meadowhall and took the tram into the city centre to get to one away fans pub before then catching another to head all the way to the ground.

Whilst waiting for kick off we talked about what results we had seen here and, in recent memory, we could only recall draws between the sides. With Wednesday still playing for a place in the play offs at the time, I felt we would be lucky to manage that. More thoughts on the game itself can be found here.

The atmosphere that day really was good fun and I am so proud to have been there for Andre Dozzell's goal scoring debut. Achieving a draw possibly shouldn't have been something to feel so happy about, but I was and I look back on the day fondly

 

Derby

And so to the final game of the season, something I have sworn never to miss. The last time I visited Derby's ground to watch a game was a performance that I won't ever forget and so the iPro is a ground that holds great memories for me.

I made that visit with my Dad and my sister for what was expected to be Matt Holland's final game for Ipswich. As we beat them 4:1 in another end of season tie, Matt scored the final goal of the game with what was his final kick of the ball in an Ipswich shirt. It's making my eyes fill with tears just thinking about it now!

 

Back to this year, with Derby already safe in the play offs I'm hoping they will rest some key players and our youngsters will be able to have a little fun. I would love to see us score a few goals as we did against MK Dons last week and see out the season with a win.

For when Town return again in August it will be without me in the grounds, as I will be facing life as a Tractor Mum for the first time. So, as I say goodbye to life as I know it, I am grateful that this season has held so many special memories that I will treasure for a long time yet.

From Tractor Boy to Tractor Girl

Living in Yorkshire, I find social media gives me an opportunity to connect with a whole range of Ipswich fans that I would not otherwise have the opportunity to meet.

One such fan that I would consider a 'friend' through our conversations online, was Mark Lees who is around the same age as me.

Towards the end of last year, I noticed that his status updates were becoming really quite painful, he seemed to be going through a very unhappy time and it was really sad to watch.

I was rather proud, then, to receive a 'friend request' from Jennifer Jo, who explained on her timeline that she was in the very early stages of moving away from her life as 'Mark' and coming out as a transgender woman. Her posts since that time have been incredibly open and I'm ever so proud of how brave she has been through what must have been a really difficult time.

One thing she mentioned she was nervous about was her friends at the football finding out and how she would be treated at Portman Road. I longed to offer her some support, to go with her to games for a bit of back up because, to be honest, I too was worried about how she would be treated.

After all, football is a man's world. At any match you go to, when there are groups of jovial men and boys gathered together, jokes about gender and sexual preferences are par for the course. At Ipswich, we have an incredibly lovely bunch of fans and such 'jokes' are rare and never meant with any malice, but that underlying mind-set does exist at times.

So, I have to admit that I was nervous for Jennifer. There has been some widespread coverage on the topic of transgender women in the last year or so, after radio presenter Stephanie Hurst went public with the experiences she had while 'coming out' and how it affected her job. But it's generally not a widespread conversation within football circles, I'd say it's a fairly untested subject that many have had very little experience of, including myself.

Earlier this year, I was worried when I noticed a friend of Jennifer's had posted a link to a thread on a Town fan's forum, talking about the transgender fan in the North Stand.

Having previously received some quite nasty comments on the site myself, despite never actually posting on it, I clicked the link and signed myself in - ready to defend Jennifer should the conversation turn inappropriate.

But I needn't have worried, the comments were so supportive and kind, they really made me very proud of our online community and restored my faith in humankind a little! The kind response from Town fans as a whole best summer up by this comment: 'Well done Jen... From my position a few rows back, you didn't seem to get any grief... People clearly recognised you, but were mature enough to respect you for who you are and appreciate you're one of us - a Town fan'.

At a time when the fan-base seems to have been split by opinions over our current manager and owner, it's easy to forget that, actually, we will always be there for each other through times that are hard, because we are all one big family (I know, so corny). We all share a common love for our football club and, no matter your gender, age, or background, that will always be the most important thing.

Today, as Jennifer prepares for her second appearance on the Portman Road pitch as part of the half time competition at Saturday's final home match, I am proud to share with you her thoughts on the experiences she has had over the last few months.

I know she will be given a lot of support at Portman Road on Saturday and I guess I just wanted to post this to say well done to her for being so brave, and thank you Town fans for being so lovely.

**Group hug**

My name is Jennifer Jo Lees, I have been an Ipswich Town supporter since the age of nine and a season ticket holder in the Sir Bobby Robson Lower since 2010.

I have seen some incredible matches at Portman Road in that short time, including the 1-0 win against Arsenal, Pablo's injury time winner vs Coventry and the 5-1 win against West Ham.

Most recently at the Rotherham game, I stepped on the Portman Road pitch at half time with two other people to take part in the penalty competition and successfully scored three penalties past academy keeper Nick Hayes to earn my place in the final.

The walk down the length of the pitch before hand was so unreal and to hear my friends in the Sir Bobby Robson stand chanting, "LEESY!!!! LEESY!!!! LEESY!!!!" was amazing and nerve wracking at the same time!

When I scored the last penalty, I was overcome with such excitement and happiness that I ran towards my fellow fans and celebrated by sliding on my back and raising my arms in victory which was well captured by the EADT photographer.

This was a very big moment for me, not only getting to the final but also walking onto the Portman Road pitch as a transgender woman in front of 20,000 fans.

I was born on the 8th May 1986 as Mark William Lees and have lived in Leiston, Suffolk, all of my life.

After 29 years of hiding my true gender identity and a previous failed attempt in trying to come out, I came out to my family, friends and work colleagues back in October that I am transgender and that I want to go down the very challenging path of becoming a woman.

This was met with a lot of love and support from my friends and work colleagues but as you can imagine was met with a lot a worry from my family. They tried to convince me to snap out of it, but I couldn't pretend to be happy being Mark when I knew deep down I wasn't. I realised I had to stop trying my best to please my family all the time and focus on me.

I remember going to the Huddersfield game at Portman Road. I just felt so blank and lifeless and my friends near me were beginning to notice that something was up with me. I guess it was because I was worried about losing my friends at the football and what they were going to say if I came out to them.

It didn't help matters that I had gone to Blackburn away the previous week and witnessed such an awful game, which we lost 2-0. The journey home just felt so long to be feeling the way I was about myself, I honestly felt like crying and knew that I had to make the big step!

I went out for the first time as Jen on the 30th October as a witch for Halloween and then the following night for a karaoke night at my local. The love and support that was shown to me was amazing and it was a night to remember!

I created a Facebook account for myself as Jen and created a two part coming out video. The friend requests and messages of support poured in!

After a lot of thought, I came out to my fellow Town fans on Facebook and it was met with total support and respect which really meant the world to me!

I spoke to my GP in November and he referred me to a counsellor who I spoke to on the phone in January this year. His challenge to me was to break down the barriers which were holding me back from being Jen at certain times.

And that is exactly what I have done.

I have been living full time as a woman for over six weeks, am now working as a woman and have legally changed my name to be known as Ms Jennifer Jo Lees.

The first Town game I went to as Jen was against Reading when we won 2-1 on the 2nd February. First game as Jen, first win!

I saw a post on TWTD after the game which was entitled, "Fair play to the guy who has come out as a girl in the Sir Bobby Lower"

Some of the comments were really funny and some a little bit offensive, not to mention there was a bit of confusion as to whether I was doing it for a bet or being totally serious. So, I signed up and introduced myself and this was met with total respect afterwards.

The experience of my penalty shootout inspired a lot of support from my fellow town fans and I got stopped a few times afterwards and congratulated.

I was contacted by the EADT later that evening and told that they were doing a piece about my success on the pitch and asked if I could say a few words about it. This lead to the EADT contacting me again to do a two page article in the paper about my life and Radio Suffolk contacting me to do an interview with the lovely Linda Walker for the Etholle George Breakfast Show which also featured a contribution from Kelly Maloney.

I was so pleased to get the chance to do this as my experience will hopefully help and inspire other transgender people who are still in hiding to find their voice and the confidence to come out and be themselves and know that they can do anything if they set their mind to it.

I am loving life so much right now and couldn't be happier!

Bring on the final on April 30th and May 8th when I celebrate my 30th birthday as a woman for the first time surrounded by such amazing friends!

Picture via the East Anglian Daily Times

Town's trip to Middlesbrough earns another surprise point

Ipswich Town's travels during April have brought with them an element of unexpected success. Having earned a point away to play off hopefuls Sheffield Wednesday, Town were to repeat that achievement during their visit to the Riverside this weekend.

A long time ago, I made the decision not to attend the game myself. If I'm being honest, I expected defeat to be a sure thing as we faced a Middlesbrough side who have looked very strong this season.


However, fellow Town fan Maciej Chmielewski did make the trip, as he does the vast majority of Town's away games, particularly those based up here in the north. Maciej has kindly sent over a report of his view of the game:

"Saturday looked set to be the continuation of our recent malaise and the doom and gloom got even bigger when the starting line-up was released:  I was asking myself: 'What am I doing here? I might be better off going back home'.


I worried for young defender Paul Digby [who was making his first start for Ipswich], because he would be a very inexperienced centre back playing against the strong attack of Middlesbrough. I worried about the two defensive minded midfielders of Cole Skuse and Luke Hyam, because it would mean our attacking options would be limited. I was wondering: 'What's the point of that? We have nothing to lose, why not be brave and try to be adventurous?' 

The first five minutes were promising as we were virtually all in their half, we even had a shot on target from David McGoldrick, albeit one that was easy to save. But it was only for the first few minutes of play, after that we were on the back foot for the entire first half. A combination of Bart Bialkowski's fine saves, Boro wasting their chances, and pure luck meant the first half ended goalless.
 

We had literally nothing to offer up front, it was like awaiting execution and there is not much to report from the first 45 minutes. Bialkowski parried away Stewart Downing's shot and also won a one-on-one situation with former Town youngster Jordan Rhodes, the latter having lots of time to choose his shooting option but failing to take one. Digby blocked Emilio Nsue's shot, Albert Adomah wasted a glorious chance, the diving idiot Rhodes fell down as if he'd been shot and pathetically waved to the ref afterwards. Their first goal was only a matter of time. 


Adomah caused us lots of problems on his side, keeping Jonas Knudsen really busy dealing with that, I dare say that if Adomah had been facing Luke Chambers it would have been far more fruitful for them. As for Chambers, once again he was poor: his ball distribution was pathetic, even simple passes to Liam Feeney were beyond his abilities. 

Meanwhile Digby was fine, but looked shy and too scared to make a mistake. 


There was absolutely nothing in the centre of our midfield. We were flattered not to have been losing at half time. Very, very slow and sluggish. There was one surprising decision from Mick, he played Hyam in an advanced role that was to be close to their box, with Bru playing behind him. Perhaps this was Mick's 'end-of-season experiment', however it didn't turn out to be anything special. 


I guess Mick must have either reprimanded or encouraged players in the dressing room, as we looked significantly better from the beginning of the second half. Not only were the first few minutes promising, but this time that was the case for almost the whole of the remainder of the match.


We had been on the back foot in the first half, but after the break we restricted them and limited their chances on goal. Yes, Middlesbrough had more possession but they somehow lacked any ideas for breaking us down. Bialkowski was finally beaten by Rhodes, but the ball bounced off the post, while David Nugent also wasted a header a couple of minutes from time. That was all they had to offer.
 

Ipswich were far more encouraging, there were a few attempts to create quick counter attacks from Feeney on the right wing and Freddie Sears on the left. Given how slow we generally are in the midfield, these moves were impressively quick. We may have failed to test Boro keeper Konstantopoulos properly, but we kept their defence on their toes.


I think there were two things preventing us from grabbing the win: First, the lack of killer passes, particularly from Sears. We were fine until we approached their box, but from that point we lacked a final idea and there were a couple of moments where a killer cross from Sears would have made all the difference. His wastefulness was annoying, but on the other hand his proper role is receiving balls, not delivering them. 


Secondly, there was the lack of support from central midfield. Grant Leadbitter, who himself didn't have an exceptional afternoon for Middlesbrough, would still have made a big difference in our midfield. We miss the ilk of a player like him and I don't know why he was booed by a few Town fans today. 

For us, McGoldrick was the best player: dear, oh dear, how badly did we miss him this season? He has a very strong tendency to keep the ball on the deck and dribble with it, he also had a fine moment when he went past three defenders but was left with no space to either shoot or pass the ball.










It really was a fine effort from him and, for me, he was our man of the match, alongside Bialkowski. When he operates with the ball, you always have a hope that he can produce something out of the blue. As well as this, Tommy Smith, who had a horrid time at Riverside last season when we lost 1-4, was very assured. He is a different player to the one who was embarrassed by Bamford 13 months ago. 
Meanwhile, Teddy Bishop's late introduction turned out to be positive as his effort was decent, he was hungry for every ball and showed good off-the-ball movement. 

The final result may not be a fair reflection of the game: 1-0 to Middlesbrough would have been more true given their first half domination but we certainly deserved something for the second half display. There are umpteen Town fans who are obsessed about the style in which we gain the points so they should know that hoof-ball wasn't our domain this weekend. A bit of hoof-ball, a bit of football on the deck, a bit of everything. 


Also loads of Town supporters have been very critical of the team and Mick lately, but we can't be critical after Saturday. I'm not happy myself with some issues particularly Evans' transfer policy and some of Mick's team decisions, but the team deserves praise for the courage they have shown in the second half. Of course, not everything was perfect, but certainly better than some recent performances. 


I admit to being a bit greedy in the second half when I saw how much we had improved. A smash-and-grab win would somewhat have been a little payback for Bosko Jankovic, but it ended how it ended. A point that had looked unlikely prior to the game and during the first half. 

With a fully fit McGoldrick and Bishop next season and a little bit of financial help from Evans (we need a ball operator in central midfield and a couple of wingers) we may successfully challenge for promotion."


Thank you ever so much to Maciej for the insightful report and to Jackie who once again provided the match-day photos. I am sadly missing our final home game of the season next Saturday, so if you'd like to let us know how the day goes please do get in touch via Twitter @tractorgirlamy8

Dozzell Dazzles a shocked Sheffield Wednesday

In 1984, the year I was born, an Ipswich Town legend began. At the tender age of 16, Jason Dozzell, who went on to make 348 appearances for the club, made his debut and became the youngest player to score in the English top flight (a record he still holds today).

In 2016, the year my own child is due to be born, history has repeated itself. Also at the tender age of 16, Jason's son Andre scored for his Dad's former club - rescuing a point in their game away at Sheffield Wednesday.

Speaking to my Dad in our traditional post-match debrief, I asked if he remembered the day Jason had scored and if there was much excitement around it. "Oh yes, there was a lot of fuss. There were cameras and even TV crews outside Chantry High School, everyone was very pleased'.

I wonder how many times Jason has rerun that first game in his head this week? How amazing it must feel to know his own son now has those same memories to look back on. How amazing it must have been for him to be in the stands to see Andre score for the club with which he has such a long-standing relationship.



A clearly emotional Dozzell, captured by @tractorgirl49, during the celebrations for Town's equaliser.

Such a lovely story has, of course, earned the attention of the media and I'm chuffed to have been there to witness it in person. It's all very exciting, but it's important to focus on what happens next for the youngster.

Interested in Jason's climb to success, I asked my Dad how he had performed in the games following his debut. 'I don't think he walked straight into the first team after that, but he made three or four more appearances that season. Ipswich were about to be in a relegation battle, so for the final ten games he was left out and, of course, we survived'.

There is a fear that Andre, and other youngsters like him, will be left on the sidelines as McCarthy prefers to opt for older, more experienced players. Fans, understandably, don't want to see the youngster dropped from the team now as they would view it as a step backwards for the youth players. I'm inclined to argue that McCarthy should not feel pushed into bringing Andre into the first team if it is too soon.

As much as I enjoyed seeing him play on Saturday, he did look a little overwhelmed when he came on at the start of the second half. That's not a criticism of course, it's a huge step up to the first team and will take some time, I just hope the expectations of the fans doesn't add too much pressure to that.




Picture captured by @tractorgirl49

With all the excitement around that special moment, you'd be forgiven for thinking that that was the only significant point of the game. From a Town point of view, you'd be right, not a lot else happened.

We started the game fairly brightly, with the kind of passing football that I haven't seen in any of our games since the start of 2016. The play resulted in a chance for Freddie Sears at the other end of the pitch to our away stand, but there were few other real chances. I was enjoying the football, possibly for the first time since Rotherham, but sadly that was short lived.

As the game settled, we sat further and further back in our own half, inviting pressure from a Wednesday side that currently sit comfortably in the play off places. There were several chances for the home side: with the ball looking like it crossed the line in one goal mouth scramble, only for Bart to save it/swiftly pop it back on the right side of the goal line. A couple of defensive errors later and Town found themselves a goal down as the game reached half time.

As a friend of mine tweeted during the break: 'We looked alright in patches, but forgot what football was in others'.

The second half continued in much the same way, with the Owls having the run of the ball and our defence was looking slowly more nervous. I wrote after the Brentford game about the lack of confidence our players are experiencing at the moment and this was on show once again on Saturday. Town should have been two goals behind but an excellent stop from Bart to deny Forestieri kept them in the game.

At the other end of the pitch, there were some chances for Town, though few and far between. I would say that all of our attacking moves revolved around David McGoldrick and Liam Feeney: their nice, passing football allowed us to turn Wednesday into the nervous side for short periods of time.

Liam Feeney and Luke Chambers gear up for the second half, captured by @tractorgirl49

 

Feeney, my man of the match, was key to the far more forward-playing approach that was on show, the issue being that he was often left to deal with the ball on his own. As soon as he had the ball at his feet, Sears and McGoldrick seemed to disappear off towards the goal rather than providing options to take Feeney and the ball with them. All too often, Feeney had to face the Wednesday defenders with little or no support. Bru should be given credit for the support he did offer, as well as Knudsen, but that generally lead to very little because the strikers had gone out of reach.

That said, I was impressed by the way Didzy and Feeney played together, as I had been for the final fifteen minutes of Town's game against Brentford last week, and was pleased to see them given a full match together this weekend. This also improved somewhat with the addition of Dozzell, who joined with Didzy and Feeney to create some nice moments of play during the second half. This was never more evident of course than in Feeney's assist for the goal, which Andre coolly slotted into the net right in front of the relieved and ecstatic Town fans.

I will keep saying it but it was such a special moment, as I don't think the travelling Tractorboys and girls had expected anything less than a defeat on their visit to Hillsborough.

Picture captured by @tractorgirl49

It has always been a nice away day, a stadium with such history in a city where there is so much to see and so many places to drink will always create a nice day out and a happy atmosphere.

In stark contrast to the quiet experience of the home fans last week, this crowd seemed determined to enjoy themselves watching their team play. The criticisms of the current team performances were still there, of course, but it was done with humour and a little sarcasm.

For the first time in a long time, I have experienced a Town game where there was no pressure or worry, little anger at the mistakes made and certainly no 'booing' the players. Instead, fans joined together in giggly renditions of old chants that once were heard in the stands of the Premier League Ipswich: Finidi George, Herman Hreidarsson and Jim Magilton were among the stars being given the nod (I defy you not to smile at the thought of the Finidi George on his big tractor).

During the second half, helped no doubt by the half time beers, the mood lifted even further as the performance on the pitch looked less and less likely to give us anything to cheer about. It built to a sarcastic chorus of 'let's pretend we scored a goal', followed by the fans in the way stand erupting in unison to celebrate a goal that, honestly, I don't think any of us thought was coming.

Luckily, Andre proved us wrong providing a much deserved reward for the away support who hadn't stopped making noise for most of the game. You could tell this was a special moment for them as much as it was for Jason and Andre. The young lad has been talked about for many weeks and there was a huge cheer when he came onto the pitch; even before the goal he had become a favourite for the fans.

An instant hero captured by @tractorgirl49

It was a shame, then, that the mood was somewhat dampened by the behaviour of another of our players in the dying moments of the game.

In what was literally the final move of injury time, Knudsen had possession of the ball on the left hand side, with an unmarked Brett Pitman running towards the right of the goal. Knudsen took a shot, which went just wide of the post, leaving Pitman absolutely fuming.

 I can understand his frustration, this was a golden opportunity for Town to steal all three points and renew a tiny bit of light for their play-off hopes. Some say his angry reaction to Knudsen's failure to pass to him was passionate and justified, but I'm afraid I just can't see it that way.

Pitman followed his teammate down the pitch, gesturing wildly. Knudsen appeared, to me, to raise his hand in apology, but this did not calm the striker. Instead, McGoldrick was forced to intervene, followed by Terry Connor before, as far as I could see, Brett left the pitch without acknowledging any other players.

Pitman is calmed at full time by Terry Connor, while McCarthy shakes the hand of young defender Digby,
picture captured by @tractorgirl49

For me, it's inexcusable, it's unprofessional and it just isn't good enough; I don't want to see any of our players behaving like that while representing our club. If I had behaved like that while working for my former employer (and believe me, there were times where my colleagues had wound me up just as much), I would have certainly found myself being disciplined.

There doesn't seem to have been too much of a response from the club regarding the incident, so one can only assume that Mick has dealt with it using his vast man management experience. I'd like to think Brett will have apologised to Jonas once he had calmed down, but I would not be happy to see him behave like that again, towards team mates, opposition players, managers and officials alike.

With time for that game to sink in, I'm pleased that the thing that stands out in my mind was the unity and excitement of seeing one of our own young players score a goal on his debut.

My Dad sent me a text at full time which read: 'You were there to see it, no one can take that away from you now'.

How true, history was made and I was there to see it. How exciting it is to think of the future special moments that young boy could bring to our club.

Fingers crossed.

 

Having enjoyed a rare two consecutive games watching Town from the stands, I know take a rest from travelling to support the boys until the final game of the season at Derby. If you fancy having a go at writing a match report, do get in touch. I know lots of Town fans who'd be eager to hear your thoughts, not just me!

 

Hyam's head was gone against Brentford, but he wasn't alone

Almost a year ago, Ipswich Town's season was essentially ended when defender Christophe Berra earned a red card in the second leg of the play off finals against Norwich.




It's somewhat fitting then, that their following season should also be essentially ended with a red card. However, the circumstances they find themselves in 11 months later are very different.




When Luke Hyam's angry reaction to a nasty tackle by Brentford midfielder Ryan Woods earned him an early bath, it seemed a feeling of inevitability seeped in at Portman Road. With ten men, fans could only assume this match was going to end in defeat for Town.




I, personally, had no qualms with the red card itself: Hyam was on a warning and should have known better than to allow himself to react in the way he did. The first challenge, however, was the subject of much debate which lead to criticism of Hyam by Brentford staff and (a minority of) Ipswich fans.



At the time, I had a fairly good view of the tackle which left Alan Judge with a broken leg and felt it was firm but fair. As Ipswich boss Mick McCarthy told the press after the game: "I don’t think it is [a naughty tackle]. I think he’s won the ball. I’ve actually complained to the referee as to why it’s a booking if he’s won the ball."


McCarthy went on to explain that Hyam was devastated about the tackle and, for me, that shows there was no intent to harm. Luke has told the club website he'd like to apologise to Judge himself, saying 'I feel distraught over it. It was distressing to see and definitely affected me... I've been out injured for a year myself and the last thing I want to see is a fellow pro getting injured like that'.

That's one view of the incident, of course, and the Brentford media have portrayed a very different one: 'Ipswich man's horror tackle' was the headline from Get West London, who claimed Judge's broken leg was suffered 'after a wild and reckless challenge from Luke Hyam two minutes into the contest'.

In that same article, Brentford's Alan McCormack admits that he and Woods targeted Hyam for the remainder of the first half: “Everyone was very annoyed with the player... our players could have got into trouble as they wanted to look after Judgey and make sure that it's not forgotten. I'm not saying revenge is sweet but it might be for the best he wasn't on the pitch too much longer.”


The latest news on Judge is that he has undergone surgery on his leg and Brentford expect him to make a full recovery. It'll be a huge setback though, especially as he will now miss the opportunity to play in the Euros, so I'm sure we all wish him a speedy recovery.




From a Town point of view, this injury will have had a huge affect on Hyam. How he, and indeed the whole team, have handled the comments and press attention this week will be really important.




The affect of the injury though was already being felt during the game on Saturday. Despite it taking place so early on, I think it shaped the game. 




McCormack's rather unprofessional comments after the game are evidence that, following Judge's injury, Brentford set their sights on Hyam. That resulted, of course, in Woods' nasty tackle and Hyam's sending off. From there I couldn't help but feel a heavy defeat was on the cards, the subdued atmosphere under the stands at half time suggested I wasn't alone in that feeling.



Sometimes a red card can actually lead to a more determined performance from the side; players rearrange themselves quickly to cover and, knowing they are at a disadvantage to their opponents, they step up their efforts.




We've seen this from Town a few times in recent years, that red card against Norwich being a good example. Despite being a man down, we held our own and I think the players did themselves proud that day. It was very different circumstances, of course, with a lot more riding on the result, but it showed it could be done and, in the end, the hard graft in Town succumbed to little more than the amount of money on display in the City side. (In my completely unbiased opinion!)




It's strange to think that in a matter of months we have gone from a side that showed some element of fight to a team that seemed to be truly lacking something.


Did we lack quality? Possibly, but that was true of both sides. It's amazing to think last year this would have been a game between two play off sides: neither looked good enough for them on Saturday. So I don't think it was lack of quality that caused the defeat.



Nor was it effort, the suggestion that our players don't put in the effort required to win matches really makes me quite angry. Gone are the days of Paul Jewell, when players played for themselves and not the club. Gone, too, are the days of Keane when any passion was extinguished by poor man management. Claiming this team demonstrates those same attributes, after the passion they have shown to turn our fortunes around during the last three years, is an insult. So no, it wasn't lack of effort that caused the defeat.


What I believe caused it was the lack of confidence: players, fans and manager alike. Hyam has admitted that his 'head had gone' after the incident, but I wonder if them same could be said for his colleagues too? Their confidence and focus had gone, perhaps even before the game.

It's clearly a result of the recent bad run of performances and mounting pressure as the play offs slip further from our hands. I guess the sending off was the final obstacle between us and the top six and we just don't have the get up and go this year to get past that.


So who is to blame for that lack of confidence? Those of you who know me will know I often point to the effect the mood of the fans can have on performances (and I stand by that view), but I don't think that was the cause this weekend.


Following recent reports of fans 'booing' the players during and after the game, Jonathan Douglas in particular, I'd expected to feel frustrated at hearing this on my latest visit to Portman Road. But, truthfully, it wasn't all that bad.


When his name was read out from the team sheet at the start of the match, I heard a distinct 'boo' from the lower tier of the Sir Bobby Robson stand and, in my opinion, that's really despicable. He'd been dropped from the first team as so many fans had been calling for in recent weeks - what more do they want? More importantly though, I don't understand how any 'fan' can be so nasty to their own player. Odd people.



As I say though, that was the only real negativity I heard on the day. For the most part all I heard was, as had been described to me on Twitter, collective sounds of frustration from the long suffering Town faithful.  I have to confess, I caught myself a number of times groaning 'argh, sort it out Town'.

The frustration is understandable and, actually, there were some nice moments of support that made me smile, knowing the 'old faithful' will always be there for their Town. It wasn't the goose-bump inducing, roaring atmosphere that it was this time last year, but it was nice nonetheless.

If the fans aren't to blame for the recent drop in confidence is the manager? Well, yes, Mick does need to take responsibility for it.

He makes the decisions on which players are named in the team, he instructs them on the style of play they should adopt and, ultimately, it is his job to inspire the players to be the best they can be. They aren't cutting it at the moment and he should be doing his best to sort that.

But do I blame him for the fact that Town now look extremely unlikely to make the play offs? No, not really.

So many factors have played a part this year in our lack of success compared to last year: injuries, lack of spending, other teams around us spending, some really late goals... the list goes on. Mick's decisions are undoubtedly one of those factors, but I can't bring myself to blame him or feel angry with him. He has proven success at this level, he has worked miracles at Town and he's a very honest and open manager. I like him, a lot.

Saturday, for me, was the end of the season, the day the final specks of hope that we might still make the play offs bit the dust and, honestly, I wasn't all that sad. I've accepted our fate with ease and perhaps even a guilty sense of relief that I won't be needing to find the energy and cash required to get through the play offs again this year.

Now that it's done I guess it's time to see the season out and look to the summer.

We go again.