Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, stop it, stop it!
You have to be, without doubt, on a level par with Corp for delusional episodes. Why you are so proud of a Cup win that was funded by stealing, defaulting and cheating is beyond me and most decent people but then again, you're a Portsmouth fan and that doesn't apply.
The truth is, even if you did sell out every Wembley visit (you didn't, but we'll let you have that one), you did it be bankrupting yourself and businesses, fleecing the people of the UK and of course - what you must be so eternally proud of - children's charities. And hey - guesswhaaaa? What money you did spend that was yours was most likely siphoned off from funding day-to-day child maiming and genocide. Another thing to be proud of. I bet you were hoping to complete the treble with Gaddafi's son, but alas, it was not to be.
Yes, there may have been 200,000 people who attended the parade but we've been over this above. You didn't really *win* it. You stole it, gave it the large one and then whinged like little children when the arse fell out of your world. Guesswhaaaaaaa???? It's going to get a lot worse, too. Barely filling your ground with 10,000 home fans these days (not including freebies you are generously shoving through the locals disinterested letterboxes and the 'fab four' and 'super six' deals, lol).
So where are the other 190,000 from your rabid island? Hmmmm? Considering Portsmouth is a far more prosperous city than Southampton, you can't use the times are hard line. So where are they? All in the pub of that dishy landlady watching EPL football? Massive club, loyal fans, etc etc. Yes, we've heard it all before. Just because you clapped Thierry Henry after being handed an ass-whooping doesn't make you great fans, neither does banging a drum, ringing a bell and going "dur dur dur, dur dur dur" for 10 minutes non-stop just because you're on Sky. That's right, you always put your best face on when the cameras were down, didn't you?
Typical, plucky Pompey - always giving it the biggun for the Sky cameras when they were in the Premier League. Until they started to wobble. Then crowds began to dwindle. And dwindle. And dwindle. And dwindle. Until you dropped out of the Prem. And then they dwindled. And dwindled some more. And again, dwindled. Until it got to the stage that blue seats were outnumbering fans. Hey, but don't let those facts fool you - yes, of course you'll be in the 50,000 seater Harbourdrome Potty in time for your first Champions League against another equally sized European giant, Barcelona. Yes, of course Maradona, Riquelme, Saviola, Tevez and van Persie are signing. Why wouldn't they? After all, they've got to be impressed by your passionate away following, demonstrated season-after-damned-season; 250 to Bolton, 200 to Wigan, 400 at Sunderland, 400 at Derby, 280 at Boro. Massive club, massive.
You can clean up a pigsty and shovel the sh1t out, then put lipstick on a pig but, as you know, it'll still be a pig . You can install running, hot water at Fratton Park but it'll still be a sh1thole - rarely full - of sub-human pr1cks.