Date: 12th May 2008 at 11:08am
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Firstly, I`d like to thank my better half for filling in for me whilst I took a jolly down to Portsmouth, secondly, I`d like to thank the kind person who sold me their spare ticket at face value, you`re a gent, and thirdly I`d like to thank those kind people who drove me home last night after the celebrations went to a new level, thanks, whoever you were!

Today, my head hurts like never before, it`s pounding away as my body tries to adjust to the chemical imbalance brought on by a deluge of alcohol. Normally, I`d be as miserable as sin but today I can`t stop walking about with a silly smile on my face. People in the office where I work are giving me strange looks, almost as if the village idiot has descended upon them.

Unfortunately, I can`t remember much about the match. Tonight, when I get in I`m going to watch a recording, try to see if the old memory will recall those marvellous ninety minutes or whether the damage done by the alcohol has wiped them out for good.

If I close my eyes though I can, despite the pain of the hangover, clearly recall the moment Jimmy Bullard (what a hero) floated that free kick into the penalty area for Danny Murphy, of all people, to head past Ashdown. Seventy-five minutes of anxiety disappeared in a second as I`m sure I jumped so high I almost touched the roof of the way end. It was definitely the moment of the season.

The last fifteen minutes were hell on earth, I can`t even recall looking at the action, I just wanted to be sick and it wasn`t the pre-match drink, the dodgy burger of a bug causing it, it was pure nervous energy. The last few minutes I sat holding my head in my hands and then when that final whistle blew, all my dreams were realised.

Somehow, we`d survived by the skin of our teeth; somehow we`d contrived to win four of our last five matches to record the great escape and boy did we celebrate. I can remember the fortunate few getting onto the pitch to enjoy the moment with the players, I can remember shirts being thrown in amongst us but most of all I can remember the Portsmouth faithful giving us a well deserved round of applause, for that gesture, and that gesture alone, I hope you go on to win the FA Cup.

As for our glorious boys, I`d just like to thank all the playing staff, backroom staff, supporters and Mr Al Fayed for making it a season to remember even if it did have me in the depths of despair at times, one thing is for certain, I may not remember much of the action yesterday but those wonderful scenes at the end will never escape me.

Heroes – Keller, Stalteri, Hughes, Hangeland, Konchesky, Davies, Murphy, Bullard, Dempsey (Nevland – 71), Kamara (Andreasen – 84), McBride

Supporting Cast – Warner, Bocanegra, Healy

Ultimate Hero – Murphy

 

8 Replies to “Portsmouth 0 Fulham 1”

  • I am really pleased for you despite seeing us lose to you. We will now have to go on to win the FA Cup to make up for it. WELL DONE FELLAS

  • you’ll not be envious of the rollickin he’ll get off his Mrs for coming home that drunk (again!)

  • she was fine – nothing amiss apart from the high-pitched scream, the saucepan flying past my ear-hole and the cold shoulder for tea!

  • Good to hear some Pompey fans applauded, but most of them left the stadium and didn’t stick around for their players’ lap of honour! Their best season in over 40 years and Harry’s boys got booed! Disgrace!

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