Mike riley blew his whistle at ten to five, and that was it, Pompey had pulled off the great escape, Steve McQueen would have been proud at this one, 20 points out of 27, hauling back an eight point deficit and arriving at the promised land with a game to spare, even script-writers would find that one a bit of a far-fetched story.
Wigan to their credit put up a decent fight of it, and to be fair with better finishing and a more benevolent linesman we could have been buried by half-time. As it was the script was written for the man from Zimbabwe to really score today, and Taylor left to bury his second penalty on the bounce.
Many a newly greyed man can sit back and relax at last today and look at the table knowing the boys are safe for another year, we can now read the transfer gossip linking Pompey with every available striker, midfielder and dashing wing-back who maybe available, we can read the tabloid gossip of how muck Gaydamak will pump into the club now we’re safe, 20 million? 100 million? Surely even Roman Abramovic must be nervous now!
Saturday was so much more than about football, women on the south coast can relax that the miserable sod will come home happy, cats won’t be kicked and the kids won’t be snapped at, for read it again “THE BOY’S ARE SAFE!”
Liverpool can stroll down to coast next Sunday for their F.A cup warm -up, Gary O’neil can take his foot out of cotton wool during the week and even the still absent Lua-Lua can flip-flap as much as he wants now, nothing else matters, we can relax until August and not worry about thigh strains and hamstrings and broken metatarsals…..
“What was that about Rooney love?”
Play up Pompey
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