words: David Marples
By the time that Hannah or Gareth or whatever name of the storm is that reminds you of that kid from Primary School was spitting out its final breaths on Sunday morning, large chunks of the draw at Portman Road were already forgotten.
Given that Ipswich came into this game having notched up five 1-1 draws from their previous six games, the fact that the score line finished as it did is little surprise.
Forest have enjoyed some memorable games under the shadow of the Bobby Robson statue but this was one of those that will probably have to be dragged kicking and screaming from the depths of the memory banks should the topic of away days in Ipswich come up in the future.
After just five minutes, Forest were up against it as a quick move down the right resulted in Collin Quarner slipping the ball in at the near post. Despite the build up being neat and precise, the goal was avoidable from Forest’s perspective.
Forest pulled level with one of those frustrating goals in which the ball doesn’t make the net move or indeed, slightly ripple, thus denying the crowd that spontaneous and collective release of raw emotion. Nonetheless, Molla Wague picking himself up off the floor, fists clenched and running back to his own half was an image just as welcome as a net-buster from Joe Lolley – they all count.
Or…do they? Daryl Murphy’s neat turn and finish didn’t actually count owing to an offside decision as bewildering as the Navier-Stokes mathematical problem. Then again, Ipswich can feel aggrieved at their smartly taken free kick being chalked off too.
From then on, it was a game decreasing in quality from which the home team can take solace as it confirms solid improvement; when you’ve only won three games all season, posting a solid draw in amongst a run of only one defeat in seven feels like progress. For the away side, there was some huffing, some puffing but little in the way of blowing doors down – only some gentle and polite calls of ‘excuse me, is anyone in?’ from the other side of the road.
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In conversation with...Steve Sutton (David Marples)
If it happened in the ‘80s, Steve Sutton saw it – and probably saved it.
Mass Distraction (Phil Juggins)
Outmoded, outdated, outstanding: a football forum love affair.
“Derby County is Life” (Paul Severn)
Our nearest and dearest on Clough, Attwell, and being ‘shithoused’ by QPR.
You Must Have Come on a Skateboard (Neil Syson)
The only living boy in New Cross, and the only Forest fan in the New Den.
The Song Remains the Same (Nick Miller)
Breaking up is hard to do. Caring in the first place is becoming even harder.
There’s a Circus in the Town (Julie Pritchard)
My family, and other animals: the anatomy of a rivalry.
Who Are They? Exactly (Nigel Huddlestone)
It’s 300 miles from Sussex to Accrington. What do you do when the warning lights are blinking?
My Generation (Matt Oldroyd)
The story of what 1,000 (almost) consecutive games does to a man’s mind and his soul.
Kicking Shins (Steve Wright)
Why a football club should be so much more than just a football team
“God is a Concept by Which We Measure Our Pain” (Richard Harrison)
One day you’re the giant, another day his killer. A world without cupsets is a world we don’t want to live in.
The Football Factory: Pt 1 (Pete Blackburn)
Examining academy life, and what became of two of Forest’s brightest young stars.
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