Bobby’s vision is a fan led initiative, a small group of committed Ipswich fans who seek to honour Bobby Robson’s vision of football as the sport of the ordinary people.
Many of us are season ticket holders, from long before Gamechanger existed. We all share a love of our club and all want to see football at Portman Road retain an attachment to its traditions and roots as a sport for everyone.
We endorse calls for safe standing, fair pricing and stand in solidarity with supporter groups like Blue Action and the Rainbow Tractors and initiatives like “kick it out”.
We believe live football should be accessible to all, including those unable to afford hospitality type offers that are increasingly the focus of the club.
We are fully independent of the club and do not seek access to it or its approval. Instead, we seek to speak truth to power in our attempts to be a voice for ordinary legacy/traditional Ipswich fans currently left largely unheard.
We welcome those who support our vision to share our messages and to help amplify our voice, something we feel is not currently done by the official supporters club or the various media outlets.
Who are Bobby’s Vision?
We started as a group of 16 like minded fans that came together to form an independent supporters’ group, motivated by how the club managed and responded to the Nigel Farage visit earlier in 2026.
We’re Ipswich supporters who range in age from 27 to pension age working in industries like construction, personal finance, horticulture and IT.
Many of us are season ticket holders, all avid fans and our oldest member first watched Ipswich in 67/68 season, a year before Bobby Robson became our manager.
Whilst we recognise a natural curiosity to know exactly “who we are”, we do not intend to publicly
declare membership due to the ongoing abuse/threats on social media that some members have received.
We intend to “speak truth to power”, and for now will do so without seeking publicity for our members.
What is a club?
Not the buildings or the directors or the people who are paid to represent it. It’s not the television contracts, get-out clauses, marketing departments or executive boxes.It’s the noise the, the passion, the feeling of belonging, the pride in your city.
It’s a small boy climbing up stadium steps for the very first time, gripping his father’s hand, gawping at the hallowed stretch of turf beneath him and, without being able to do a thing about it, falling in love.