Ipswich Town column: Time to turn up the noise at Portman Road to give legendary Manchester United manager Sir Alex Ferguson more squeaky bum time in Suffolk

They will be expecting the new would-be-messiah, who orchestrated the noisy neighbours’ downfall on his way out of Portugal, to announce his arrival in style at a newly-promoted club.

But one man, Sir Alex Ferguson himself, will be fearing a case of squeaky bum time in Suffolk. He knows too well what under-estimating a trip down to the birthplace of Sir Thomas Wolsey is like.

And I believe the energy the crowd can bring, like they did on that wonderful balmy summer night in August, 2000, when we truly announced ourselves to the Premier League under Goerge Burley (I get a frog in my throat even thinking about it) will prove key in becoming the party poopers.

Sir Alex said the 22,000 crowd (predevelopment) sounded like 40,000 that night and boy did Beckham, Giggs, Keane, the Nevilles and co know they were in a game that night.

As the Baddiel & Skinner lyrics go: ‘that was then...but it could be again...’

And I truly believe we can get something out of our return from the international break to build on the fantastic first win garnered at Spurs of all places.

Let’s have Liam Delap buzzing like a madman to get the ball like David Johnson did that night; Ben Johnson given the freedom to roam Fabian Wilnis-style and Leif Davis playing the overlapping Jamie Clapham role with Sam Morsy the Matt Holland conductor.

Kieran McKenna wants this. He’ll have a plan and Conor Chaplin’s chest will be bursting with pride to outsmart the ‘mighty Manchester United’.

But you in the stands, if you’re lucky enough to be there, are the secret weapon. How much do you want it? Let’s hear you.

And Rúben Amorim: underestimate this one at your peril.