Ipswich Town FC draws you in, no matter how much you support another team. In my case I’ve been a Brighton supporter since primary school (the old joke probably applies, I don’t really follow football, I support Brighton).  However Ipswich was the team that I’ve dragged both my wife and my dad to see – both going to a match for the first time.  I’ve actually seen more Ipswich games than Brighton games.  When I was a kid in the late seventies and early eighties, Brighton may have been a footballing force but there was another blues team that everyone was talking about – Bobby Robson’s Ipswich.

To me Robson personified that era of small clubs punching above their weight, and the hope both in 86 and 90 that an English man would somehow lift the world cup.  What also shocked me was how young he was, and how young he looked in 1990.  He seemed to be another era.

I doubt that I will ever write about a footballer again, they rarely interest me especially the new style spoilt man-boys that we seem to have created.  Sir Bobby Robson seemed was a genuinely intelligent man in a game where natural talent tends to rule.

To see the enormous amount of people he touched, have a look at the twitter feed on his passing.