Err I need a little bit more than that... a tenner should do it lol. Yep it was Neil Thompson, with a left footed penalty I think.
It genuinely ruined my life. Yours too, with add ons (cracking story by the way) but you didn't get the Grimsby game in 82 that I also had to deal with. I hate BFC.
Not beat them in our last 10 head to heads. Beat them away 3 1 at Portman Road in 2010 and hammered them at the well 4 1 in 2008
I spent the afternoon of that Ipswich match, er, entertaining a theatre nurse who was from Bury St. Edmonds. She said her cousin was a big Ipswich fan. I had Ceefax on the TV, which at around 4:45 showed that we’d won 3-0. We decided to go up to Hampstead for a few drinks, so she went to her room to get ready. I put Final Score on and had a little chuckle to myself when they mucked our result up and put Ipswich as having scored 3 as well as us. I popped ******* ******* Ceefax on again and cursed them and their ******* inability to update the ******* score until 10 minutes after a ******* goal went in. Somewhat annoyed I went down to call for Yvonne to head out and was greeted by her shoving the phone to my ear, whereby her cousin told me about the great time he had between 4:40 and 4:45 that afternoon. I decided it was churlish and just a tad disrespectful to tell him how great a time I’d had between 1:00 and 4:45!
Was Grimsby away also followed by a personal catastrophe, or was the trauma limited to happenings on the pitch?
Always a factor when balancing up whether to do anything potentially catastrophic. Although I'd have far rather been celebrating a Barnsley victory with the lovely Amy, than cursing Ian Marshall while pinching my bleeding nose!