What does Pompey mean to PFCblue?
Portsmouth, like most clubs, pride themselves on having a loyal, passionate fanbase the truly encapsulates what it means to share this fanatical obsession with hundreds of thousands of people around the world. Of those who took part in this study, responses came from New Zealand, Lithuania, West Africa and even Devon, as well as few from Pompey.
The stories of how they first came about supporting the club vary accordingly, from the common "taken to a game when I was only knee high", to "falling out of love with football (before visiting Fratton Park and becoming 'hooked')". One of the most interesting stories is about a fan who stumbled across Portsmouth on a computer game, and subsequently watching a Portsmouth game on TV (v Spurs) in doing so finding a new passion which has stuck with him.
With such a widespread set of fans, it would be easy to lose sight or stop caring, especially given the courage it has taken to keep following the club over the last few years. But not with our fans, who all state the need find a way of listening to the match every Saturday, regardless of where they are in the world, and what the time is locally. Fratton Park often sees crowds in excess of 16,000, but that can be multiplied to account for those who are listening at home and are there 'in spirit'.
Even those who can get to the matches on a regular basis have to pull out all the stops to make it, with some spending most their time and money travelling to the match just to spend 2 hours watching a game of football, which often ends up in disappointment. But ask any one of them, and I'm relatively certain they wouldn't want it any other way.
As for the future, there is a clearly an overwhelming urge to pass on this legacy, many have memories of being taken to Fratton Park with their Dads, and to re-live that from the opposite perspective will be equally, if not more rewarding for the Fathers (& Mothers) in question. In one sense, going to the football is a family event, extended by those who consider the fans to be one big (very noisy) family.
So sit back and enjoy the accounts of those who contributed over the next few days (they will be added one at a time), and thank you very much for sharing your stories/memories/emotions...
Written by PompeyFrippy.
My thought are really my memories, but here goes:
It means the joy of being crushed and carried along with thousands of supporters after a game, when I was only knee high to most of them.
It means standing in the freezing cold and rain in a mostly empty Fratton Park when Pompey were in their depths.
It means the joy of introducing my nipper to Fratton Park where he had to stand on a crush barrier to see Pompey beat Southampton.
It means having season tickets for the two of us in the Upper North Stand where I couldn't fit my legs in, and the flask of Oxo at half-time in the winter.
It means the joys of the old fourth division where the supporters were even more passionate than when we eventually scaled the heights to the Premier League.
It means the desperation to listen to a match commentary now that I'm miles away.
And of course it means the absolute joy in the seasons we gained promotion, whatever league we were in.
It also means the pride I show when people here in West Africa ask about the Pompey tattoo on my leg.
There have been many frustrations and disappointments along my road of Pompey support, but the joy of being a Pompey supporter outweighs them all.
Play up Pompey
Written by PFCblue.
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