Pompey crimes?
Midway through a troubled season, a confused Steve Morgan unburdens his soul
Be careful what you wish for.
As a Portsmouth season-ticket holder, I feel well-qualified to comment.
I tap this out in the second week of January, and the slow death to which we seem condemned has almost exactly five months to play out.
Although I havenâÂÂt yet abandoned hope of some miraculous salvation, IâÂÂm reduced to hunting for omens, like finding the face of Jesus when cutting into a piece of fruit.
Everything points to our relegation, less than two years since we enjoyed the best day of our sporting lives with FA Cup success.
A little over a year ago we had no fewer than four current England internationals on our books.
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Without wanting to call his credentials into account, Michael Brown isnâÂÂt exactly what anybody at Fratton Park had in mind as the must-have midfield accessory for 2009/10.
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Aha, you cry, this is nobodyâÂÂs fault but our own.
Paying huge wages, on crowds of 20,000 a week, in a stadium resembling nothing so much as a museum exhibit entitled 'how football grounds used to be': what were you thinking of?
Valid questions, granted. But people, you canâÂÂt have it both ways.
When King Harry RedknappâÂÂs court was in session, people couldnâÂÂt get enough of us.
Urchins at the top table with unwashed hands and grubby necks, using the soup spoon for dessert and what-not, we were cheered to the rafters for muscling our way into the Premier League party. Good old âÂÂArry.
Well, "Good old 'Arry" isnâÂÂt a phrase you hear often at Fratton Park these days â his undue haste off a ship that hadnâÂÂt even started sinking when he jumped wonâÂÂt be forgotten.
While the Pompey tribute act he has assembled at Spurs is lauded, how joyfully the press have further trashed the spiritual home he has so shamelessly pilfered from.
"Meet you up the Lane, yeah?"
One respected football writer â I wonâÂÂt embarrass him here â suggested last week that what we had done with our finances was no better than diving, or drug cheating.
YouâÂÂve got to love the moral high ground people take (as well as wondering why Liverpool and Manchester UnitedâÂÂs debts are never the subject of quite so much disgust).
So, we maxed out on the plastic â admittedly a bad move with a global recession round the corner â and after living the dream, weâÂÂre locked in what seems like a slow-motion car crash.
Tongues clucked at us by all and sundry, weâÂÂre roundly mocked from pillar to post.
Someone even made a gag about us on Radio 4 the other day. EveryoneâÂÂs a comedian when youâÂÂre down and out.
DonâÂÂt get me wrong, itâÂÂs not that I crave sympathy. IâÂÂve seen us win the FA Cup, after all, something I can say with a fair degree of certainty that fans of about 88 clubs will never live to see.
IâÂÂve also seen us play in every division already, so if we disappear down the leagues, que sera sera.
I can take the shame and I can do it without blubbing like a Geordie.
What I canâÂÂt stand is the whipping-boy status, so indicative of the easy targets in football that miss the wider picture. The little guy always gets the grief.
For what itâÂÂs worth, I donâÂÂt think our fall from grace is a straightforward matter of over-spending, either.
The figures just donâÂÂt seem to stack up. And then thereâÂÂs the labyrinthine nature of the ownership of Portsmouth, which makes about as much sense as a Dan Brown novel.
IâÂÂve neither the time nor the brainpower to unravel that.
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However, I think weâÂÂre quite entitled to ask where all the money has gone, much as I think the Premier League ought to give up making money hand over fist for five sodding minutes to take a long look at how it regulates those who govern its occupants.
At present, Pompey remind me of Tony in that brilliant final scene of The Sopranos, surrounded by a circling mob, all of whom seem to have some interest in comeuppance.
That hurts. All I ever wanted to do was watch my football team â I didnâÂÂt want to have a degree in politics to be able to understand it.
But what upsets me most is that those currently on the playing staff â a team, incidentally, with which I feel far more affinity than the Cup winners â are suffering for the sins of others.
I feel sorry for the deposed Paul Hart, more of a man than the self-serving Redknapp could ever hope to be.
I feel sorry for Jamie OâÂÂHara, Younes Kaboul and Frederic Piquionne, because theyâÂÂre giving every ounce of effort they have and are rewarded with three late monthly salaries.
Nobody wants us to stay up and weâÂÂll probably go down, but if we do, weâÂÂll do it loudly and weâÂÂll do it with dignity.
We wonâÂÂt allow ourselves to be embarrassed by the deeds of others, or let our shoulders droop because of what others say about us.
The integrity of the fans is one asset of which we canâÂÂt be stripped.
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