Sunday 10th February 2019

Sunday.

Derby Day. (East Anglia only).

Yes, it was time for hostilities to be rejoined once again, City v Town at the Carra.

But first: other stuff.

Well, not much. Up late at half seven, make a coffee, then sit down to watch MOTD, but with no bacon butties to cook, it was uninterrupted.

Which was nice.

Outside the rain fell hard, as it had done all night, meaning we were not going far. I was going to go into Folkestone for a shear, but in the end, I realised there wasn't time if we wanted to visit Mike and Jane, so Folkestone was scrapped, and at half ten we pop to Mike's, where there was news.

Megs funeral is to be the 28th, which will result in me changing some travel plans, but it will be no problem.

There is still a sense of disbelief in what has happened, but Meg's face is on the front page of the local paper, though it doesn't way what happened, just that she had died.

We leave at half eleven, so to get back in time for kick off. Mike likes football, so understands.

No sooner were we home, a brew made and Twitter refreshed and the commentary found on Talk Sport 2, than City scored.

In 85 seconds.

And then the game settled down. It was fairly feisty stuff, though only the occasional shot on goal. There were tackles flying in, and just before halftime there was another one on Ben Godfrey in front of the dugouts. Then it all kicked off, with pushing and shoving, and the Ipswich Manager, our old manager, Paul Lambert was sent to the stands.

Half time came soon after, and the second half carried on in the same way, until twenty minutes from time, City score a second, a ball through to Pukki who sends a shot across goal and out of the reach of the Town keeper. A third came soon after, again from Pukki, and that was it. Class told in the final third, and all that huffing and puffing (and fouling) was for nothing.

Lambert wouldn't admit to being wrong, and demanded respect for what he achieved at City. So, the final dregs of his legacy at the club is now burned, and we look ahead to another game on Wednesday, after extending our unbeaten run against Town to 12 games, scoring 26 goals and only conceding 8 in the process.

I watched England demolish France in the rugby, as I listened to Citeh demolish Chelski 6-0 (six). A wholly remarkable game and result.

For the evening we played Uckers, and I again came out triumphant. As you do.