Life on Mars...... er, Portsmouth
I’m not taking the piss by the way, I loved it, every single second I spent in that ground. Those that I heard that were whining about lack of facilities, tin rooves, watery bovril and half-frozen pies should have looked at the daft grin on my face to see that I was in nostalgic heaven. Maybe it’s just me but I yearn for the days that were in football, a time when 3.00 Saturday kick offs were the rule, not the exception, Sky TV was an essay we had to write in school about what life would be like in 50 years time….. and terraces were still terraces. Anyway, except for that little trip down memory lane I also enjoyed my trip to the Good Companion pub, great Guinness (plastic glasses though for fucks sake) and good craic – Pompey fans remind me of us lot you know, don’t let me expand cos it’ll be worthless drivel but suffice to say, proper place, proper people, proper club.
The team came through whilst in the pub to the “uber text subscribers” and it wasn’t much of a surprise except Murphy shifted to the right to accommodate Andy Reid (insert own fattist joke here) and Kenwyne continued to plough a lone furrow up front (thankless task, he must be sick as fuck of this by now). Incase anyone thought we played with 3 players in the team….Gordon, Bardsley, Evans, Noz, Collins, Leadbitter, Whitehead, Etuhu were the others just for the record The game itself was a bit, no, a complete bore to be honest and I really can’t remember getting too excited or worried at all during the first half (or 2nd for that matter but I haven’t got to that bit yet) and we went in level with the usual away day optimism of “hmm maybe we could nick something today” Half time always brings about the scrummage for the bog and this was no different, except this was a nostalgic 1980’s style scrummage (which clearly made it better, obviously)
The 2nd half was similar although I do remember Leadbitter cracking a free kick not very far wide of the post and Reid selling half the Pompey team and most of the crowd the best dummy you’ll ever see, to ole’s from his new found fan club (fuck was that just me?) After this the game seemed destined to end in a fantastically boring 0-0 draw until someone ran into the area, got tripped and Defoe scored a penalty, sorry if this sounds non-descript but 3 points to make 1/ It was at the other end of the pitch
2/ The match was boring enough without trying to write a fucking report on it and
3/ I hate Jermaine Defoe, I really don’t know why… but I do.
That was basically that and we all trooped out, back to 2008 with the same feeling we've had since nicking a point at our smogside cousins, although luckily we’d arranged to stay at a friends in Hertfordshire on both Friday and Saturday night (including a fantastic curry at the world’s best curry house on the Saturday) so at least we didn’t have to endure the hellish journey that most of you had to encounter. Lets just hope and pray that we can turn in a better performance and result at Pride Park next week…..
Hero of the day: The bloke that cooked the curry on the night, I’m sorry I didn’t catch his name (as you can tell there was no-one in a Sunderland shirt deserving of it and I always give it to the fans!)
Tosser of the day: Jermaine Defoe cos he spoiled a drab game and I don’t like him