Mad Friday afternoon around the Dickensian pubs of the old town then City Pompey on amidst the drunken revelry, bah humbug!
The Pompey bell ringer always looked like he had terrible body odour, and probably hung around outside schools as well. 0-2. Joshy Mag red card for a perfect plex, KLP's legs to fall off.
I happened upon him outside Hartlepool’s ground one Saturday when City had an off week. Even from a couple of yards away he honked like a tramp’s underkecks. A proper stomach turner. He’s really tall.
For me, Kenny Jackett is like a friend's really awkward and quiet dad who never really says anything when you visit, and who then gets found dead in the garage one day after doing a Stephen Milligan