Ipswich Shrews go to Aldershot.

Four previous trips to Aldershot where we have seen one goal and no wins we met on the train to London with high hopes. This was the first stage of a three stage journey to the otherside of London. 

We were one Shrew short on account of Mrs Jones giving birth to a baby girl on Sunday afternoon. Just before the FA cup draw. 
Parts one and two of the journey went well and we found ourselves at Waterloo, after negotiating the Jubilee Line, ready to pick up the train to Aldershot. Plans begin to unravel, a train has caught fire on the track towards Aldershot. Trains have been cancelled will we make it?
Trains to Aldershot disappear from the departure board. Cancelled. 
Hurrah. A delayed train is boarding.....off we go..... Stage three is now ïn progress.
Arrived!
We arrive in time to sup a pint. Looking forward to points in the bag and a performance to match the recent run of form. As the sun began to dip over the western end of the pitch out came the teams into the cooling afternoon glow..... 
The fans were in good voice (The twelve Grandisons of Christmas being a personal favourite) but alas the team didn't appear to match the enthusiasm of the 253 travelling fans. 
(The numbers build pre-match!)
After a lacklustre first half in which the only attempts on goal were created by the Shots we managed to in in at half time at nil nil. GT must realise we need to shake things up. Marv is anonymous and the midfield is being dominated and we do not appear to be playing the game at the same speed as the Shots. Nil nil. We are still in the game and we will take a point.
Second Half! 
Wilding on. Ainsworth off. Wallace still on the bench! No change to the play. Shots continue to dominate and we are still not up to the pace of the game. No vision. The less said the better. 
Mike's defining moment: Richards received pass back and easily dispossessed resulting in a gift of a corner and scrambled goal for the Shots.
Shrews response? Still waiting, ( apart from a long range effort from Shane C-S). 
It is a long way back to Ipswich. I wish that the fire on the track had closed the line completely. Oh well. We can't play like that again can we?
Adam, Mike & Andy
See past blogs at: http://ipswichshrews.blogspot.com/