There used to be a time when Fratton was the place to be on Saturday, today the atmosphere had changed, apathy has well and truly set in, on the terraces and it seemed on the pitch.
Pompey tried hard enough, effort was fine, the quality was missing once more, but for me it seemed as though everyone knows the game is up, we can make all the noise we want, but the only people who care were at the match anyway, sympathy is very low for Pompey anyway, I don't particularly crave it, I want to watch my team compete with another, 11 against 11, it feels right now though that everyone is willing us to implode.
There was talk a couple of weeks back about an e-mail telling referees to be less lenient to Pompey, that was scoffed at, but it does seem we have more major contentious decision against us every week, if that is the FA's agenda, so be it, they can stick right up their aris as far as I'm concerned, it seems the FA have basically turned their backs o us anyway, Pompey's last few owners may of been corrupt but I bet it goes much deeper than that.
As the players walked off Stephen Henderson in particular made a real thing of acknowledging the crowd, he gave his gloves to a nipper in the south stand as he walked off, it looked like goodbye to me.
Apparently this may of been Pompey's last hurrah at fratton, to be honest it felt it.
If anyone cares about the match, Pompey lost 3-1 again, the first half was goalless with the main talking point being the summer with the funny name clashing heads with Rocha, that and 'boro number 10 Bailey being the biggest girls blouse since Dawn French was a girl.
The second half and it took another invisible foul to give Robson the chance from the spot.
It was 2 quickly enough, a free kick was played in and Pompey thought it was going out for a goal kick, the scammer with the funny name thought otherwise and headed back across goal for Bates to nod home after Henderson made the initial save.
Pompey got back in straight back in with Halford converting a spot kick of his own, the summer with the funny name giving the pen away, his flying save was impossible to turn down.
Kitson had a golden chance to level but smashed wide, much to the non surprise of the crowd.
The game was over though when Pompey were caught pushing for the equaliser, Emnes slotting home from just inside the area.
The referee endeared himself to both sets of fans by booking anyone who even farted on the pitch, seeing fit to send of Rhys Williams in the dying moments