To steal a quote from a famous football pools winner from yesteryear, it’s time to spend, spend, spend!
After watching the leaden-footed, one-paced and excruciatingly average Coady, Evans, Edwards, Mason, Saville and Wallace, the one saving grace from last night’s 0-0 draw (aside from the point itself) is that our mega-rich owners will continue to splash the cash.
Before long, performances like this won’t be portrayed as a perverse sign of virtue to which we should be grateful, but an unsightly stain on a season which will soon be washed away.
This draw, and the four points we have accumulated beforehand, can only be seen as bonus results which we can’t have realistically expected with these Ordinary Boys of last season, whose true capabilities were laid bare in front of Walter Zenga.
Aside from some flitting chinks of light from Teixeira and Bodvarsson ahead of him, this was a pretty dark performance against Mick McCarthy’s brutes, who would surely have won the game had the old goat actually pressed for a winner.
Thankfully, he was as pragmatic as he usually was in the home dug-out, presumably ‘wiping his gob and taking the point’ in tiresome Yorkshire shtick.
A narrow pitch, a gargantuan, feral away side with no end product and the majority of last season’s flops made for a truly forgettable spectacle, where Ipswich were denied what looked a legitimate opener and were rarely threatened, aside from Bodvarsson’s weak penalty and an unlikely late Costa strike to force a save for the photographers.
At the back, Danny Batth was magnificent and marshalled his troops well, with Kortney Hause slotting alongside effectively. The full backs of Doherty and Iorfa also coped well and can be pleased with their evenings’ work. Meanwhile, Ikeme was decisive when dealing with the many crosses and set plays.
The problems started in front of them. Joe Mason may as well have been sat in the stands with a clap banner, Lee Evans was ponderous, Dave Edwards headless and Conor Coady was, dare I say, talentless.
Coming away with a point probably felt like winning the pools.
Remembering that Moxey and Morgan have gone makes me feel like a billionaire.