Hot Stuff!

Impartial viewers of Saturday evenings live on Sky game at QPR must have been left wondering what’s going on at Portman Road?

Only lost one in the last nine, two points off the playoffs with twelve to go and just gave the richest club in the Championship (if not the country) a footballing lesson.

So they want to sack the manager?

Okay they don’t know the full story.  If Town had consistently performed half as well as they did at Loftus Road we would probably be in a top two position.

That aside the statistics do stack up and have put the intense criticism of Jim’s performance by many, myself included into question.

The hardcore ‘anti Magilton’ Brigade are unlikely to back down whatever.  Their reaction to any success should it happen would be put down to luck, witchcraft or global warming.

The fence sitters will jump off on whatever side suits at the seasons end.  The pro Magilton support however, though not seen or heard in such great numbers could well be experiencing a population explosion if the current renaissance extends to Deepdale next Saturday.  A result at Preston would have all but the biggest sceptics believing that the playoffs are a real option, again defeat however would prematurely consign the great day out in West London to history.

It was a great day out.  A comprehensive Town performance and two of the best goals of the season.  Even a disrupted train journey due to track maintenance could not detract from the days proceedings.  The bus journey between Colchester and Billericay (a place you would only normally visit for a skin graft) threw up some interesting characters including a Millwall fan and his daughter who travel to every ‘Lions’ home game from Norwich.

On our way home the ‘Clacton Massif’ stopped off at Tottenham Court Road to visit an Asian restaurant with a renowned value for money deal of any three dishes for a fiver.

Not being very adventurous when eating out I ordered Chow Mein, Rice and Sweet & Sour Chicken.  Now whether I said one thing while pointing out another the person serving me just didn’t understand or was possibly a QPR fan, I don’t know but what I got was not Sweet or Sour but just flaming hot! Starving hungry and with senses numbed by copious amounts of lager I decided to consume the meal without complaint.

What I experienced the following Sunday morning will forever be known with little affection as ‘Rangers Revenge’.