Ipswich Away - Is there a game being played today?

Ipswich is an away game that I rarely look forward to in any shape or form, but after a long time out and me having recently joined the Royal Navy, this one was going to be interesting.



Technically not the first away game of the new season as we'd had a mid-week excursion to Macclesfield in the cup, but it was a low key affair.





An early start in weatherspoons was clearly in order.

Brinner wonders what to order...

I know what I'm having though!

A typical away day breakfast!

After a stop off for much need fluids (Car and Humans) we hit the road.

Wine was in order for ramp...Again!?

Mexican beer you say? - Oh yeah!

We entered Northamptonshire..

And soon after took a nicely timed toilet break

An empty bottle of wine

And some happy Leicester fans!

The wine however soon caught up with Ramp! No Surprises.

Woof and Spoony weren't in a much better state!

So we hit the road again! And passed the Bury..where the sugar factory is! (Random Knowledge for the day - Check)

And finally arrived in sunny Ipswich!

We parked the car and headed for the game.

Well I say we headed off to the game. I mean they headed off to the game. I'd decided that the ridiculous price and the terrible away end at Ipswich didnt add up so I headed to the pub instead!

The sun was shinin' so the beer garden was a definate. I have no idea why Spoony did this, but at least he didnt completly take his shirt off eh?

I was right in not going. It finished goal-less. I can safely say I didnt feel like I missed out on anything.

After the suckers who'd just been to watch the sack of shizz met me at the boozer, my day got even better.

Guess who walks past the pub!?

Milans army!
The walk back to the car proved to be a drunken one. Spoony decideds to blow up this "balloon"

And then wear it.... (Oh dear)

Brinner gets a Mcflurry!

The beer and sun were definately getting to Spoony, who after threating all day, did actually go topless. All I can say is thank god I called shotgun!

Yes that is the ghost of Leicester.

Oh dear.

A great day despite the nipples.