Charmed

That just ain’t bright, is it now?

The Suffolk equivalent of the Pinkun, the Greenun launched this bright idea. As if the rubbish pun after rubbish  pun wasn’t enough.

Keeping Up With The Joneses

Forty-odd games and it’s come down to this. A straight shoot-out between us and the pride of Wales. (If the Swans take exception to that, have a quick glance at the table, fellas.)

I don’t think I can take it anymore.

The ball is unquestionably in our court but it won’t be a simple winner as Cardiff are far from down in the tramlines. But by the looks of it, that icy subject of luck is on our side, Jackson’s got the bruise on his stomach to prove it.

The FA are on neither side, although come QPR’s little date with powers that be we may be re-thinking that notion. Certainly, Mr Jones and Mr Warnock, they’re not moving our fixtures to spite you. The Pompey game was moved months ago, around the same time the police decided they couldn’t afford to police on a Good Friday. They are making cuts don’t you know.

Bryan – The Voice of the East

*Listening to Bombay Bicycle Club – Leaving blues*

After watching England Under-19s squeeze past their Austrian counterparts, I still fail to agree with that fallacy that our talent pool is running dry.

Obviously I had more than an interested eye on goalkeeper Declan Rudd, and he looked steady, assured and commanding. I think we more than have that area covered in years to come, both in yellow and in the white of England. Joe Hart and young Rudd possibly will see us through the near-distant(?!) future.

And we have got the players coming through. Take that side- we have the needlessly over vowel-ed Nathan Delfounseo, Frank Nouble and John Bostock to pick just three. Add them to the likes of Milner, Huddlestone, Dawson (to an extent), Gosling and Rodwell already around the fringes and, well, the fringes of the fringes. And lets not forget the kid from down the road, Connor Wickham. So let us all calm down, eh?

Anyway, the point of this blogpost? In the commentary box was the man Sky and the BBC perceive as the hero of East Anglia. Well he played for and later coached Ipswich and managed Norwich briefly, and almost catastrophically, so everyone there must love him?

Erm, no.

If you hadn’t worked it out we’re talking Bryan Hamilton. No doubt we’ll have the delight of hearing his dulcet tones commentating on the two Ipswich games this coming season for Sky or 5Live. He undoubtedly will deny City anything like the credit they might deserve and overblow everything they either do wrong or Ipswich do well. Not that he’s bitter about not quite getting City relegated.