Pompey 0-2 Chelsea

The annual visit to the South Coast resulted in a half decent game, where Joe Cole was again man of the match, as he has been for the last few matches.

The Portsmouth players must be immensely thick, or....Nope, they are immensely thick. And their fans are more so. They kicked and hacked all over the place, and focused on Joe Cole. The crowd gave him plenty of abuse when he won a penalty in the second half, accusing him of diving, but the highlights show it couldn't have been a more blatant penalty. Compounding his stupidity, the same defender hacked him down 2 minutes later, again inside the box, but this time the ref bottled it and just gave the free kick on the edge of the box. If Pompey fans could afford TVs for the highlights they'd see the reality, but...

The game will probably be best remembered for the non-silence at the beginning for George Best, who very sadly died last week. The usual minute silence turned into a minute of applause by everyone, and his name was sung around the terraces.

He really was one of the greatest players we've ever seen, and it may be that his fame and ability contributed to his off the pitch problems.

"I spent half of my money on booze, women and fast cars. The rest I just squandered."

RIP Georgie.

The Parker Returns

Parker came back, and got a pretty decent reception from the home crowd before the match. 5 minutes in and he was the enemy already!
He obviously had a point to prove (to himself probably) and thought that kicking his way around the pitch was the right way to do it. He did manage to take Makelele out of the match very early on, but you know what Scotty? We had Essien to replace him. 10 times the player you are. Good luck to you up there though!

No Owen or Seearer and Souness in charge gives you very little hope. In fact, Souness in charge full stop gives you very little chance. A wanker of the highest order.

Second half, 1-0 Joey Cole, who had an excellent game. Crespo scored a stunning goal, and to round off an excellent afternoon, the Duffer sent one goalbound in injury time, which deflected off...Scott Parker...and under the bar. 3-0!

Oh, what a crisis...

Such terrible times. The second league loss in around 60 matches. And beaten by such minnows too, Man Utd at Old Trafford!

Realistically, if this is the best league in the world (which it is) then Manure *should* be beating us in their own stadium. As it happens, it was a pretty decent game, with chances. The goal came just after the half hour, when the rapist (allegedly) sent the cross over for Fletch from Porridge to loop his header over Cech.

We were much better in the second half, but again, Crespo was nowhere to be seen. One of the worlds best strikers, and where is he? Shopping in Harrods probably. If the reason he's pissed off is because the system uses one striker, then it should be the one from the Ivory Coast warming the bench.

Crespo has never been given a good run of 10 or so games in this team, and we either need to do that, or just let him go. It will be interesting to see if he plays against Ingerlern in the upcoming "friendly". Talking of which, what a relief...David James is back in the squad. Come on you Argies!

The one thing to come out of yesterday, is the seriousness of our situation on the lives of the Mancs. Top of the tree for so long, the original gravy trainers can't handle someone else being up there. The attitude received outside after the game was a throwback to the school yard. Pathetic really. Especially as the phrase "plastic manc" has been used for at least 10 years. Perhaps the accusations of being 'part-time supporters' comes from personal experience. No, of course not, you have all been going to Old Trafford for 40 years eh? Somehow I think the accent gave it away dude...

"Ah Velly funny - you lose. You no leal fan like Manchesters. Old Tlafford so great."

I've yet to meet a Manc that has been to Old Trafford as many times as I have, as an away supporter!

So, what a crisis we find ourselves in. Now we're just a tiny 10 points clear at only the beginning of November. Disaster!

Beaten

Dani. A girls name, for a bloke who plays and falls over like a girl. What a fuckwit! Of course its nothing less than we expected from the Paella munchers. Every time an English team plays a Spanish or Italian team, you know that they are going to be complete pansies in comparison and fall about the place like their legs had all the strength of a factory farmed chicken.

The referee didn't help that much, in the second half at least, by falling for every one of their moves. Mugged. Laughable. When anyone tries to say that La Liga or Serie A are better leagues than the Premiership they are seriously having a laugh. It's not even on the same scale, proved in point by the Europeans themselves, who decide before a game that they can't beat you fairly, so resort to girls football.

The team selection was altered from the weekend, obviously with one eye on Manure coming up this Sunday. It shouldn't have mattered, but it did. Boris wasn't having the best of times up front, with no-one else to feed. He missed a one on one chance under pressure, but it was the home team that scored, Dani himself coming off the bench in the middle of the first half to score well.

People talk about a crisis, but its all bollocks really. Still second in the group, and on the bright side, losing last night means we now have the opportunity to knock out the hub cappers in the final game!