Satirised by Chaucer, namechecked by Shakespeare and described by Dickens, the Suffolk county town of Ipswich is represented by a suitably old-school football club.
Ipswich Town won their only major honours to date – a league title, an FA Cup and a European trophy – under two gentleman managers, Sir Alf Ramsey and Sir Bobby Robson, one later a World Cup winner with England, the other a semi-finalist.
This old boy approach hasn’t always found favour in grittier industrial hubs of age-old football lore. As the punk bard of Manchester, Mark E Smith, famously put it: ‘You can’t get into the England team unless you’re a prefect or you’ve played for Ipswich’.
Founded, indeed, by former pupils of Ipswich School, who had learned the game while private boarders at Charterhouse, the club elected as first president local MP and erstwhile Chargé d’Affaires in Baden-Baden: Thomas Cobbold.
The Cobbold dynasty had run the local namesake brewery since the 1700s and would oversee this new sporting venture along similar lines, passing power from generation to generation – from Thomas to Nathanael Fromanteel Cobbold to John Dupuis Cobbold, and so on – and always with a free-flowing drinks cabinet in the boardroom.
In 1936, John ‘Captain Ivan’ Murray Cobbold, successor to Herbert Jervis-White-Jervis, met Arsenal chairman Sir Samuel Hill-Wood while out shooting with King George VI at Sandringham. Invited to Highbury, Captain Ivan Cobbold was inspired to transform his eminently amateur club into a professional one.
Still sticking to strict principles of fair play, the ice bucket filled with champagne for the manager at full-time win, lose or draw, the Cobbolds steered a happy ship for seven decades. Hiring Alf Ramsey in 1955, they celebrated their club rising from the Second Division to win the First within one season in 1962. Hiring Bobby Robson in 1969, they remained patient through initial mediocre years to see him win the FA Cup in 1978 and UEFA Cup in 1981.
Chivalrous enough to let both accept football’s highest job, the Cobbolds were personified by the enlightened stewardship of ‘Mr John’, an old Etonian who became a club director at 21 and chairman at 29. John Cobbold chaired Ipswich from the Ramsey era to the Robson one, while a production line of players came through from the youth team to the first – and then onto England honours.
‘Mr John’ passed on chairmanship to younger brother ‘Mr Patrick’ in 1976 but lived long enough to raise a glass to the club’s last major honour in 1981.
The new century meant new times, and a new broom. First, the Cobbolds sold the family brewery sold in 2002 then, five years later, the football club to Marcus Evans, a low-profile global strategist.
Relegated from the Premier League in 2002, Ipswich have since lost two play-offs to West Ham and one, in 2015, to Norwich, their eternal local rivals in the Old Farm Derby.
Ipswich train station is just across the narrow River Orwell from the town centre, a short walk from the stadium. The main Cattle Market bus station is in the centre, alongside the focal shopping centre, the Buttermarket. From London Liverpool Street, there’s a train to Ipswich (online from £13, 1hr 15min journey time) around every 30min. Trains from Manchester and Birmingham, require a change at Peterborough and/or London, crossing from Euston to Liverpool Street.
Local transport is provided by Ipswich Buses, single tickets £1-£1.90, all day £3.50, all available from the driver.
Almost designed for the travelling supporter, the Station Hotel stands by the River Orwell, diagonally opposite the station it serves and 250 metres from the football ground on the opposite bank. Completely refurbished in 2014, its now swish rooms are both comfortable and affordable, the food is decent, the furnishings are tasteful and the bar operates as pre-match for home and away fan alike. Craft beers and TV sport complete the picture.
In the opposite diagonal to the station but still easily walkable to Portman Road, the pentahotel Ipswich has benefitted from the funky makeover seen across the brand, in terms of bar and bedrooms. Here there are 126 in all, each with a 42-inch flat-screen TV, rain shower, pay-for premium TV sports and, as they put it, ‘stealable toiletries’.
Just as close to the ground but from the opposite bank, the Novotel Ipswich Centre is a comfortable chain four-star with an open kitchen in the restaurant.
If immediate access to the stadium isn’t an issue, then the waterfront is the best location. Grouped around Neptune Marina a short walk from town, the Premier Inn Ipswich Quayside is close to the dock for River Orwell cruises. Slightly further along, the Salthouse Harbour Hotel is the contemporary boutique option, with individually decorated rooms and suites – plus a sassy bar and lounge.
Further round, the Travelodge enjoys the same waterfront setting but guests are warned about outside noise from the road below.
Without doubt, the best place for a beer is by the water. The Isaac on the Quay also goes big on TV football, displaying a full schedule of the month’s games to be broadcast, while offering seasonal and locally sourced food, live music on Sunday afternoons and craft ales from the nearby Briarbank brewery.
In the same family, the Gardeners Arms puts the focus on TV sport (14 HD screens and one HD projector screen) and live sounds, particularly local cover bands. Done out in signed shirts, TGA, as it calls itself, opens from 3pm during the week, noon at weekends.
For match action in a traditional pub atmosphere, P McGinty is an authentic Irish bar on a quiet street corner, with live music and classic hearty food, including Sunday roasts. Nearby, The Cricketers is now the town’s main Wetherspoons given the recent closure of the popular Golden Lion. Also close, the Cock & Pye is a party-centric spot with drinks and food deals, and TV football action.
For a quiet pint, the Dove Street Inn specialises in cask ales but doesn’t ignore sport – mainly rugby, though. In similar vein, the Spread Eagle Ipswich reopened in 2015 as a craft-beer outlet, with barbecues on summer weekends.
For live music, the Grinning Rat has a completely mixed schedule most nights of the week, with ska all-dayers and blues jams.