Pompey crash again
Pompey's little sojurn into the League cup ended with a home defeat to Leicester, after going behind in 2 minutes we were up against it, despite a late spirited fight back with 10 men, defeat was ominous and Pompey must lift themselves for the re-match on friday.
I'll start this report 25 mins into the match, my reasons I will make clear.
Pompey over the years have taken the Michael out of their fans, last night was almost the final straw for me in 31 years of watching. During our seasons in the Premiership I more than once had to pick my season ticket up from that bloody ticket office that is miles from my seat in the south stand on the first day of the season, such was the urgency to post it on time once they had my money.
For this thrilling spectacle of Pompey v Leicester in the Carling cup, I tried to book my tickets on to my season tickets on-line, at first this was impossible, every time I clicked on "U" section, up flashed "V" section, no good to me as i don't sit there. Giving up on this I tried to call Pompey's ticketline, 5 times in fact, how many times did I speak to someone? Not once.
After first going through all the crap they say before you get the option of pressing 1 or 2, I twice was told that all "operatives" were busy and was then cut off. Being the perserverent type I tried again, next I got through to actually being on hold, then i was cut off. Then again. Next time I was put on hold once more, for 9 minutes until I hung up in disgust and went back to work.
Being a total idiot I tried on-line again when I got home from work, this time I was straight in and got the confirmation my tickets were loaded on to my season tickets, job done.
On match day, I like many others had a mad rush to make the game, I was fitting a kitchen in Whiteley in a scummers house no less, left there got home, got showered and drove round from Gosport, starving hungry.
Getting to the ground 3 minutes before kick-off I thought that was that, but my season tickets were refused by the autobot turnstile man. The steward then proceeded to pull a list out of his pocket that he had been handed 10 minutes before according to him, there was my name, so recognition that I had indeed paid for my tickets. I was then informed I had to go and collect paper tickets from the ticket office, a sprint round the ground and by the time I got there we were a goal down already.
The queue for pre-paid collections was about 100 deep, 2 windows were open to us, the other 5 windows were for people paying on the day, the queue for this went round the corner past the "mega"-store, it must have been 1,000 deep, and this was 5 minutes into the match.
My queue slowly went down, I mean slowly, ready to explode with anger, I was dealt with by what must have been a 16 year old girl, there was no way I was going to blow a fuse at her, another sprint round the ground and I took my seat to watch the slurry on the pitch face Leicester.
Dyer scored a second for the midlanders and Nugent proceeded to miss another one-on-one when bursting through.
Starving I bought a Balti pie and a Bovril, all for £5.50, an absolute bargain.
Second half and Nugent missed a one-on-one, Lawrence pulled one back and Hughes got a red-card from the bloke in orange for abusive language. Dickinson almost had his face kicked off by Dyer when heading the ball and Pompey lost again, that was my evening of entertainment provided by PFC.
Three quarters of a match, I saw 2 out of the three goals, spent a week's wages on a dried out pie and realised just how taken for granted us fans are.
Pompey have almost pushed me over the edge, 31 years of support, 2 season tickets in the family and all for what?
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