Four of our next five League games are at fortress Portman Road which should be good – except, of course, it is anything but a fortress these days. Last night, Town struggled again away at Wimbledon. Yes, we did have the bulk of the possession again and managed to hit the bar through James Norwood, but against such relatively weak opposition Town should have got all three points. The fact that we didn’t, tells us something about our current mind-set.
The lack of a cutting edge up front has now become a serious cause for concern. We have scored just two goals in our last five encounters and we have spilt far too many points this season on our own patch. Last time out in Suffolk we succumbed to an embarrassing 1-4 drubbing at the hands of Peterborough, and if we have any chance of even making the play-off’s, then our home form has to improve rapidly.
Manager Paul Lambert said that the fact that we are still creating chances means that sooner or later we will start to find the net again but this surely has to be sooner, as we have but thirteen more matches to play! Nine of those thirteen games are at Portman Road admittedly, and under normal circumstances, we might be a bit more optimistic about the chances of banking a lot of points but these are anything but normal circumstances, so the tide must turn fast.
I mean the thing is, Town are not playing badly at all. They are pleasing on the eye and can pass the ball around smoothly and with purpose but as soon as we get into the opposition’s penalty box, we fall apart and the movements break down. It is not that we are profligate in front of goal because we simply don’t create enough chances to be, and it is the lack of a goal threat that is my greatest concern.
Kayden Jackson, James Norwood and now Will Keane are all misfiring at the same time, and Freddie Sears is not a serious goal threat either, out on the wing.
If there is any hope of a Town revival then it must surely start with bagging all three points at home to Burton Albion on Saturday. Failure to do so would spell the end for our hopes of promotion I fear.
F.W. – editor of Vital Ipswich