rallyboy

Mad Billionaire. I'd like to buy the club. Trust. We want £30m. Mad Billionaire. Really? Trust. Yes, BUT we want to retain overall control, and have a veto on any big decisions, and have three people on the board, and we want guarantees from you about a new ground and investment! Hello......hello?....

oh but what about the wonder goal. The keeper hoofs it to Messi, he miscontrols it into the middle where the Bournemouth youth team stand about watching. Iniesta turns one way, then the other and before you can say where is the defence, he eventually gets the ball under control and fires it low past the despairing reserve keeper. Mesmerising stuff! In the same way that economy chicken nuggets are upmarket if you've been eating dog$hit for five years.

What's that I spy in the North Stand? Empty seats! Not a couple, and not a set to segregate fans, no, a good collection of unsold seats in the home section. I guess the joint leaders have now redefined the term sell-out. But as the local paper points out, Pompey’s day in the spotlight couldn’t have gone any better. Really?.... What an interesting way to look at it.

The spin for the easily led - spirited pompey were unlucky a cauldron of noise gave their opponents a bloody nose roared on by a sell out crowd Cook's battling troops put the club back on the map relived the glory days Championship floodlights on show intimidating atmosphere Fortress Fratton packed to the rafters Reality - lost at home to Boscombe reserves.

A really good effort, that Bournemouth reserve side are one of the best 2nd XIs in the world.

He's easily impressed.

Yeah we have a reputation for selling on the cheap, just ask Liverpool and United. The only transfer we'd make for that sort of money would be the Staplewood cat.

Go on Penny, off the top board, just one more time for us! Step back everyone, and get the sandbags out by your front doors....

Pretty much sums it up. The criminality surrounding the old club (with the history) was unmatched in the English game. This new little club did very well to leave all that stuff behind.

And never try to explain the difference between the holding company and the club, that is proper advanced.

Aaaah, the imaginary CVA. Next up, the SS tank driver myth, or perhaps the fantasy dock strike. But remember Nutjobs, it only needs to be spoken out loud in a Portsea pub and it's a fact!

Even by his standards, twelve days is a record for Harry Redknapp! 14th Jan - joins Wimborne board. Today - NEW chairperson Paula Henley has issued a "cry for help" to save Wimborne Town after due diligence uncovered debts of approximately £110,000. Henley revealed monthly losses of between £6,000 and £8,000.

I'd like referees to give a foul for ANY shirt pull. There is no reason for any player to grab another player's shirt unless it is to foul him. Corners have become comical.

It's usually best not to fall out with your own radio station.

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They still have to accept that a potential home win against little Bournemouth's reserves is already being touted as a giant-killing. Less of a local derby, more of a stark reminder that pompey have become irrelevant.

As the sleepy giant stirs the myth factory churns back into life too. Stories made up by toothless simpletons for the enjoyment of other toothless simpletons.

Cherries reserves tear the plucky minnows a new one?

When our 3rd goal went in at the weekend, like many I found it difficult to celebrate, it was the same at the Arsenal game. If anything I just felt this nagging jealousy. Yes we won but we have no control over our club. I just sat there in our council-owned stadium booing - surrounded by empty seats and asylum seekers with their free tickets, wishing that I owned a piece of paper of no monetary value that confirmed that I had made a £1,000 charitable donation towards paying off David Connolly.* Yes we won, but it was in the nasty money-riddled Premier League, which is nowhere near as exciting as League Two. That's proper football, so SMS in that moment as Tadic scored was an empty place when compared to spending a saturday afternoon at an M6 services near Accrington Stanley. Yeah, sorry to admit it but I'm still jealous. * This sentence contains five portsmyths in 15 words, the equivalent of three paragraphs in local media.

It was great to see him again and to let him know he's still a legend. Good of Prowsie to name-check him as well. Thankfully Sir Rickie has scored his last goal at SMS.

Accrington staff not happy that they had to field abusive calls from pompey fans when the pitch failed the inspection. #classy

I'm not entirely sure that Bowie was serious with that iconic Laughing Gnome character he created, but out of the 500+ songs he must have recorded I can see why critics would select this alone as a piece of work to judge him on. Anyway I see there is a funeral on down the road so I need to go down there and shout stuff at mourners, I might kick the flowers about too while shouting look at me, look at me!

England player-in-waiting Jed is gently sliding down the league to meet them coming up - no doubt he could rejoin and lead them back to the promised land! (slightly worrying when the great hope who was head and shoulders above the rest of the club can't hack it in the 2nd tier)

What an icon. Anyone who lived through that period between 1969 and 1983 will remember the classic albums. I decided a while back that the best thing about getting old is having heard things like Drive In Saturday and Jean Genie as NEW singles coming into the chart. We were lucky enough to hear things like the latest Bowie releases just as part of everyday life, no searching archives or old shops, these were the soundtrack to our youth in the 70s. Diamond Dogs, Life on Mars, Heroes....just incredible. His legacy is enormous. It's a word often used without thought, but today we really did lose a legend.

Plucky old Ipswich reserves, getting a great result against the sleepiest giant. Presumably the ref found it all too much and allowed the equaliser.