It's all doom and gloom down at the Lane.

Guest blog from a colleague of mine who borrowed my season ticket (fool)....




Blades 1 Ipswich Town 2

Starting line up :-

-------------------------- Simonsen ---------------------------

Lowton -------- Bartley ----------- Ertl ---------- Nosworthy
Yeates --------- Montgomery ----- Britton ------ Quinn
------------------Cresswell --------- Ward --------------------

Stray passes, kamikaze defending and woeful finishing were the order of the day for the Blades as they limped to yet another home defeat on Saturday.

On a cold, bright day the Blades started 4-4-2 and were kicking towards the Kop in the first half. It was Ipswich who applied the early pressure and were rewarded when Tamas Priskin was given the freedom of the six yard box to score. The cobbled together Blades' defence looked willing to let Ipswich score at will. Only the limited ability of the Ipswich forwards kept the score down.

Whilst Ipswich were falling about laughing, the Blades took advantage of the situation for Quinn to equalise with a low shop past Fulop. The home team improved as the half went on and were unlucky on a couple of occasions not to take the lead. Yeates blew hot and cold, a mixture of quality crosses and overhit ones. That's why he plays at this level.

The Blades defence then took centre stage, allowing an unmarked Gareth McAuley to restore the visitors' lead. If the Blades had Drogba and Tevez up front, each scoring hat-tricks, the defence would have somehow conspired to give Ipswich the extra winning goal.

Half time 1-2

The crowd's depression gave way to frustration and anger in the second half as stray passes and amateurish shooting ensured that an equaliser wasn't forthcoming. Ipswich are a mediocre outfit, symptomatic of many sides in the Championship. Yet they had a decent leader in Grant Leadbitter and were well organised.

Bartley hit a ripsnorter from thirty yards that Fulop pushed on to a post but chances were few. Cresswell once again didn't endear himself to the crowd and substitute Ched Evans looked to have his mind elsewhere as he passed up the Blades final effort with a tame pass to Fulop.

Full-time 1-2

The crowd trudged home finding it difficult to believe that there are three worse teams than the Blades in this division.

The crown jewels have been sold and we are left with nothing. Speed has no resurces to work with and he somehow has to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.

It's all doom and gloom down at the Lane.

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