When Gary gave me the nod to do the Ipswich preview, there was only one person I was prepared to speak to; my long-term and long-suffering friend, Rob. After all, he’s the only Ipswich fan I know. He’s a man who has a pair of ‘lucky’ red Y-fronts (don’t ask). A man who once suffered an attack of gout as a direct result of my actions (again, don’t ask). A man who I normally refer to as “3Bs” (you know the drill).