A wet tuesday night against Aldershot,the unforgettable sight of the lush carpet of green sparkling under the floodlights...

Deep in the heart of the Fratton End in my bottle green oxford bags,with the pockets just above the knees and two inch turnups,and my two-tone brouges from Ravel,as we hold the Arsenal in the FA Cup...

Feeling the full force of a Nicky Jennings volley straight into my face as he missed the target-and seeing it on Match Of The Day that night...

The collecting buckets that stood on the counters of every local shop S.O.S Pompey...

Buying a shirt in Milkins Sports....

The constant end of season battles for survival,that became part of the years natural cycle-Summer,Autumn,Winter,Spring,1-0 in the last game and staying up....

Harry Redknap...
Paul Merson...
The Premier League...
The FA Cup...
Europe...
Pompey 2-2 AC Milan
Bottom of the Premier League..
No wins in eight games-nuil point...
No wages for the players...

Still-we might nick a point at Wolves tomorrow........