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Think I am right in saying that this season will only be the 7th season in the last 51 years they have finished above us.

 

We were higher for the previous 43 years.

 

From next season we can start another 43 years of hurt for them

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i just REALLY REALLY want us to win at Fratton Park to even things up. No matter what we say they always have that over us until we win down there. In fact i wouldn't mind beating 70% of Saint fans at SMS cant remember our last win down there in 84. I was 7 at the time and remember it vaguely, but the 0-2 and 1-4 home defeats still p8ss me off.

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/\ yeah, it terms of results and performances that was the worst one. One of the most shameful team performances i have ever seen, the players looked like frightened rabbits in the tunnel. There was no fight in them, when i saw the camera shot of them in the tunnel before kick off i knew we would lose and go down that season, they weren't pumped up thinking "right we'll show you c*nts" they looked terrified.

 

In the 1-4 at home we didn't expect to win but we have a score to settle the next time we meet them.

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I agree that was the most pitiful Saints performance I've seen in 40 odd years, we just rolled over and died.That did it for me with players like Lundekvam and Oakley, suppossed to be Saints through and through but both were like little boys lost. I can take lack of ability (see our 4-1 last season) but a lack of fight is shameful, especially when it meant so much for the supporters. We were lucky to keep it down to 4, as at one point I was worried about 6 or 7.

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The one that hurst me the most is the 4-1 defeat down there, every time I hear a certain song I feel sick and Bagpuss giving Mandick the thumbs up after the game.

 

Unbelievably that "certain song" was being played at St Mary's before the kick-off at the Brentford game as part of the pre-match entertainment. Hopefully someone has had a word.

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The other game at Fratton was 1-0. Phillips hit the post right in front of us Saints fans near the death. It was on my 28th birthday, what a way to celebrate!

 

I went to both, missed both kick-offs due to the policing of the "recommended" Saints train (and umpteen skate numpties in the streets fighting the police and setting fire to things before and during the first match) and barely got in in time for their penalty in The Match Of Which We Do Not Speak.

 

Bloody hailstones as well... and a huge crush outside in 2003/4 due to the long delays in letting us out of the cordon.

 

Still, "you're not singing any more" and "you're supposed to be at home" when locked in at the empty ground an hour after the game ended and "ooh Teddy Teddy" at the irate old bloke in the flat outside made the day about 1% more bearable.

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I went to both, missed both kick-offs due to the policing of the "recommended" Saints train (and umpteen skate numpties in the streets fighting the police and setting fire to things before and during the first match) and barely got in in time for their penalty in The Match Of Which We Do Not Speak.

 

Bloody hailstones as well... and a huge crush outside in 2003/4 due to the long delays in letting us out of the cordon.

 

Still, "you're not singing any more" and "you're supposed to be at home" when locked in at the empty ground an hour after the game ended and "ooh Teddy Teddy" at the irate old bloke in the flat outside made the day about 1% more bearable.

 

Bloody hail stones like bloody golf balls that day all trying to get under the sky box for shelter, after which game did we sing yellows to the OB and Tim Sherwood he comes from Boreham Wood he is'nt very good.

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Still, "you're not singing any more" and "you're supposed to be at home" when locked in at the empty ground an hour after the game ended and "ooh Teddy Teddy" at the irate old bloke in the flat outside made the day about 1% more bearable.

 

Remember it well. Amusing police escort back to the station too, when we were lucky enough to witness grown men encouraging their small children to throw stuff at us while swearing in their endearing mockney way. First stop on the train was Sholing, it took me over 2 hours to get back to Hamble from the final whistle. Could have walked quicker.

 

Went on the bingo bus for the 4-1 after the previous train nightmare. Thankfully I have less memories of that day!

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Remember it well. Amusing police escort back to the station too, when we were lucky enough to witness grown men encouraging their small children to throw stuff at us while swearing in their endearing mockney way. First stop on the train was Sholing, it took me over 2 hours to get back to Hamble from the final whistle. Could have walked quicker.

 

Went on the bingo bus for the 4-1 after the previous train nightmare. Thankfully I have less memories of that day!

 

Same as, bloody little kids running across the road in Velda Avenue to spit at the coaches and that big fat fish wife about twice the size of Dawn French giving it large.

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I went to both, missed both kick-offs due to the policing of the "recommended" Saints train (and umpteen skate numpties in the streets fighting the police and setting fire to things before and during the first match) and barely got in in time for their penalty in The Match Of Which We Do Not Speak.

 

Bloody hailstones as well... and a huge crush outside in 2003/4 due to the long delays in letting us out of the cordon.

 

Still, "you're not singing any more" and "you're supposed to be at home" when locked in at the empty ground an hour after the game ended and "ooh Teddy Teddy" at the irate old bloke in the flat outside made the day about 1% more bearable.

 

The waving of giant, inflatable fish made my day a little more bearable but I pretty much remember everything you've said.

 

Oh, and probably one of the very few games I had to laugh at otherwise I would have cried...

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I agree that was the most pitiful Saints performance I've seen in 40 odd years, we just rolled over and died.That did it for me with players like Lundekvam and Oakley, suppossed to be Saints through and through but both were like little boys lost. I can take lack of ability (see our 4-1 last season) but a lack of fight is shameful, especially when it meant so much for the supporters. We were lucky to keep it down to 4, as at one point I was worried about 6 or 7.

 

that was a horrific day...the players completely bottled it...crouch could not even play and arry giving mad milan a thumbs up at the end was a final swipe.

 

we seriously need to win there..

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Think I am right in saying that this season will only be the 7th season in the last 51 years they have finished above us.

We were higher for the previous 43 years.

From next season we can start another 43 years of hurt for them

 

Don't be deceived Nick G...as someone pointed out we were in diff. leagues for several decades.

But in the post war period they were League Champions a couple of times when we were in lower leagues, not to mention that they were a much superior side in the whole of the 1920-39 period..and even won the FA cup in 1939.

 

Still I agree with the sentiment, and records book mean little when they refer to things not in someone's living memory.

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The other game at Fratton was 1-0. Phillips hit the post right in front of us Saints fans near the death. It was on my 28th birthday, what a way to celebrate!

when that shot came back from the post....it was probably that moment that kept them up.....they went on a very good run after that after the joy and confidence of beating their better neighbours..

 

if only....

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The one that hurst me the most is the 4-1 defeat down there, every time I hear a certain song I feel sick and Bagpuss giving Mandick the thumbs up after the game.

 

The same as me I hate that song.This is my worse experience of my football life. Seeing them inbreeds singing "sha la la la road to amarillo" after the game...

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The waving of giant, inflatable fish made my day a little more bearable but I pretty much remember everything you've said.

 

Oh, and probably one of the very few games I had to laugh at otherwise I would have cried...

 

I was selling them in the car park before we left SMS and they were being sold at Wearabouts (Gents Cloths Shop) in Woolston during the run up to the game.

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The same as me I hate that song.This is my worse experience of my football life. Seeing them inbreeds singing "sha la la la road to amarillo" after the game

 

I would love it...LOVE IT if we beat them one day at the end(ish) of the season that really put them in real danger/sent them down...and sang that back to them

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The same as me I hate that song.This is my worse experience of my football life. Seeing them inbreeds singing "sha la la la road to amarillo" after the game...

 

I can't listen to the ****ing song anymore, all i can picture in my head when i hear it is one particularly obnoxious fat fish ****er in a green and white hooped jumper dancing around and singing it at us.

 

That after all the hassle of getting there on the train too. Mind you i did have to laugh when the fat (hmm a theme going on here) came out of his hole near the ground to give us abuse and ended up disappearing inside sharpish under a hail of "encouragement" from the saints fans.

 

One of the reasons i didn't want them to go under is that i want revenge, yup revenge, for that day. The worst day of my footballing life by a mile.

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I can't listen to the ****ing song anymore, all i can picture in my head when i hear it is one particularly obnoxious fat fish ****er in a green and white hooped jumper dancing around and singing it at us.

 

That after all the hassle of getting there on the train too. Mind you i did have to laugh when the fat (hmm a theme going on here) came out of his hole near the ground to give us abuse and ended up disappearing inside sharpish under a hail of "encouragement" from the saints fans.

 

One of the reasons i didn't want them to go under is that i want revenge, yup revenge, for that day. The worst day of my footballing life by a mile.

 

That just about sums them up, chavs and wannabes, sniffed up lemons in replica shirts dancing and singing we hate scummers, while fat cu*ts with mohican hair cuts, skinheads or aquascutum caps run stand around postering behind the police lines, giving it large and bouncing up and down, arms outstreached like on a trampoline, believing every word their dimlow ex 657 leaders tell them in their books, that being a Pompey fans automatically gives them an invisible forcefield making them invicible. It's time to pull down the Jimmy Dickinson posters , put away the Jermaine Defoe replica shirt, stop trying to talk like Alfie Moon or Charlie Slater and stop believing all these fairy tales about great, loyal support and all this big club bo*locks. Next season while they are skint and getting embarrased every week with a load of crocks, kids and journeymen playing in a run down sh*t hole that suits the whole area we'll be marching back up the leagues. Their days are long gone, in 4 or 5 years they wont be on our radar anymore.

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I will never forget the roar of SMS when we equalised last season. The final score, on the other hand...

 

Incidentally one of my old school friends now lives in Fratton, he Facebook's nearly every day about the filthy pikeys that live there. He's a church organist and goes on about bloke peeing in his cemetery. Not saying that doesn't happen in Soton but...

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That just about sums them up, chavs and wannabes, sniffed up lemons in replica shirts dancing and singing we hate scummers, while fat cu*ts with mohican hair cuts, skinheads or aquascutum caps run stand around postering behind the police lines, giving it large and bouncing up and down, arms outstreached like on a trampoline, believing every word their dimlow ex 657 leaders tell them in their books, that being a Pompey fans automatically gives them an invisible forcefield making them invicible. It's time to pull down the Jimmy Dickinson posters , put away the Jermaine Defoe replica shirt, stop trying to talk like Alfie Moon or Charlie Slater and stop believing all these fairy tales about great, loyal support and all this big club bo*locks. Next season while they are skint and getting embarrased every week with a load of crocks, kids and journeymen playing in a run down sh*t hole that suits the whole area we'll be marching back up the leagues. Their days are long gone, in 4 or 5 years they wont be on our radar anymore.

 

****ing great post

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I will never forget the roar of SMS when we equalised last season. The final score, on the other hand...

 

Incidentally one of my old school friends now lives in Fratton, he Facebook's nearly every day about the filthy pikeys that live there. He's a church organist and goes on about bloke peeing in his cemetery. Not saying that doesn't happen in Soton but...

 

His name isn't Matt D by any chance is it SNSUN??

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