04-01-2022, 10:42 PM
In my case Rick it’s nothing to do with the water but everything to to with the dross that’s been served up for the last 5 seasons !
You see Rick, I was brought up to something infinitely better than the current crap…the great football served up by the Pompey side of the late ‘40 and early ‘50s and a very honourable mention to ‘Arry’s Premiership sides (especially the golden period)
The seemingly never ending seasons in the lower divisions when we crashed out of the top flight were made easier by the terraces and their very considerable opportunity for banter with kindred spirits and the ability to move away from people you didn’t like (you could have moved elsewhere if you had found yourself next to me Rick).
I eventually moved into the Centre Section of the North Stand so my kids could join me, really missed the atmosphere of the terraces but stuck it out for 25 years until Jacket's second season finally broke my spirit (and, as I spend from New Years Eve until 1st May in Palm Springs every year, my season was somewhat wasted anyway).
I So Rick, in a nutshell, I have a great yearning for the wonderful football of ‘the good old days’ of Pompey’s heyday and regard the current offerings as like watching a Pompey tribute band - wearing the clothes, going through the motions but not much more (perhaps it’s being into my ‘80s which makes me so demanding).
I reacquaint myself with Fratton Park once a year for one of those corporate days, for the rest of the season its iFollow, if Pompey start to play the way the game should be played, to quote General Douglas McArthur “I shall return”.
With regard to Isle of Wight water, it’s fine….especially when diluted with Laphroaig 10 year old.
You see Rick, I was brought up to something infinitely better than the current crap…the great football served up by the Pompey side of the late ‘40 and early ‘50s and a very honourable mention to ‘Arry’s Premiership sides (especially the golden period)
The seemingly never ending seasons in the lower divisions when we crashed out of the top flight were made easier by the terraces and their very considerable opportunity for banter with kindred spirits and the ability to move away from people you didn’t like (you could have moved elsewhere if you had found yourself next to me Rick).
I eventually moved into the Centre Section of the North Stand so my kids could join me, really missed the atmosphere of the terraces but stuck it out for 25 years until Jacket's second season finally broke my spirit (and, as I spend from New Years Eve until 1st May in Palm Springs every year, my season was somewhat wasted anyway).
I So Rick, in a nutshell, I have a great yearning for the wonderful football of ‘the good old days’ of Pompey’s heyday and regard the current offerings as like watching a Pompey tribute band - wearing the clothes, going through the motions but not much more (perhaps it’s being into my ‘80s which makes me so demanding).
I reacquaint myself with Fratton Park once a year for one of those corporate days, for the rest of the season its iFollow, if Pompey start to play the way the game should be played, to quote General Douglas McArthur “I shall return”.
With regard to Isle of Wight water, it’s fine….especially when diluted with Laphroaig 10 year old.