Watched my recording of it the other night. Brilliant first 70 minutes. We literally battered Pompey first half. There was only one team in it. They had a long shot from O'Hara, and that was about it. We had good chance after chance, and only our profligacy and David James' reactions stood between us and 2 or 3-0. Even after Pompey scored, we had equalised, and they'd scored again, we were still tearing into them, with an almost never say die attitude. I loved it. It was incredibly naive, it was stupid, but it was so f**king brave, and I couldn't help but be proud of the Lads again.
If anyone had told me, before hand, that my team would lose 4-1, to their bitterest rivals, yet I would come away with such a feeling, I would have thought they'd have been on the mushrooms.