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If that happens it will go against the grain over the last four years. Every year the total points achieved by the champions has always decreased. 2005 Chelsea 95 2006 Chelsea 91 2007 Mancs 89 2008 Mancs 87

In a Garcia kind of way

Portsmouth know how to grind out a result it seems. They haven't been beaten away under the new managerial partnership.

Possibly, but last year they only won it by 2 points over Chelsea so there was a bit pressure to the end.

So if they keep to this 'form', they will get between say 10 to 14 points. This means they finish with 81-85 points. We win all our games and we finish with 86 points. Hardly an authority for anything but I remember Wenger saying before christmas that he though 84 points would win the league this year. Still all to play for.

nicked from another site; "Since taking over Pompey, Hart and Kidd have been in charge over eight games. Five of these have been at home, of which they've picked up 10 points, losing only to Chelsea. Of their three away games, they've grinded out draws at Stoke (Who have the 5th best home record in the league), as well as Hull and Boro, two teams in a relegation battle. Hart and Kidd know how to grind out games, as well as coming back from losing, albeit a lucky deflection in the Stoke game." Deffo 0-0 tonight

Also if we don't win all our remaining games this season Chelsea will take 2nd place.

At last a modicum of comfort! comment by SuperPompeyStayingUpSkummersGoingDown (U13773701) Theres no way were go to old trafford and lose, have you seen them lately? They are awful. There going to mess up the league and the champs league. Theres always one top four team that messes up to chanes of silverware in just one week. Now this is there week, were solid lately. It will be a boring 0-0. And man utd will boo at the end. All so predictable! http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/606/A50221432 i'll have that SuperPompeyStayingUpSkummersGoingDown lad!

They are potentially two defeats away from the bottom three. They should be scrapping for their lives tonight but couldn't find any sense of them or their fans being pumped up for this game anywhere in the press and their forums are dead. Resigned to defeat already? I thought Adams had gone. What is the matter with these people?

But no one can deny that we on the verge of something quite special. Also it raises an interesting question; Which of these two would be ultimately more satisfying? 1 Preventing the Mancs from equalling our title haul, or 2 Accelerate away from them at great speed in terms of titles just as soon as they had managed to finally draw level?

We were superb going forward. fragile defensively. The opponents scored with virtually all efforts they had, it just happens sometimes.

That is not funny at this particular moment.

Panic, tension, nerves, apprehension.. call it what you will be it was definitely responsible for what appeared to be fannying about. Still can't believe what happened last night.

It just seems to be blind panic whenever the ball is in or approaching our box. This is hardly a problem that the management are unable to resolve with a little attention to the problem.

Yes. Is Phil Boersma available?

He's just done it again! Brilliant http://z13.invisionfree.com/goonersweb/ind...showtopic=38662 Big Sam's diary. As imagined. With a doffed cap to David Peace. Training. Training my Blackburn squad. We’re pushing, pushing hard for 13th place. Big Sam. Our Phil from Hull. Phil. Wonderful Phil. And the new lad at Pompey. Us, three Musketeers. No. Too French. Three Amigos. No. Too Italian. Three crusaders. Better. Pushing for 13th. Tight. Too tight. I need signings. Signings like only Big Sam can make. British steel. British talent. Jay-Jay. Jussi. Ivan. Bernard. Stars. Stars, the lot of 'em. But Big Sam is angry. Big Sam is upset. Eight months. Eight months I’ve been looking. Looking for him. Looking for the one. The one who I signed on the dotted line for. The dotted line of Big Sam’s latest contract. The Blonde. The player that sums up Big Sam. Robbie. Robbie Savage. The player’s player. Eight months. Eight long, drawn out months. Searching, searching high and low. Calling. Coaxing. Is he in the showers? ‘No’ says El Hadji. Is he in the physio room? ‘No’ says Ryan. Is he out on t’pitches? Practising? Practising his free kicks. Practising his penalties. ‘No’ says Brett. Then, after eight months. Eight long, precious, Robbie-less months. Big Sam hears. ‘Brighton Gaffer!’ Brighton?! What’s Brighton? Who is Brighton? Where does he play? Sounds English. Our Craig is ready. Pen in hand. Calculator out. ‘No’ says Stephen. ‘Robbie’s at Brighton. It’s down south.’ Down south?! I’m sick. Physically sick. Our Craig – good lad my Craig – fetches my brown paper bag. I’m sick. I’m sick to my stomach. Robbie. My Robbie. My hope. My playmaker. Down south. There’s no hope. ‘Gays’ says our Craig. ‘Lots of gays down there in that there Brighton.’ Craig wakes me. Says I fainted. The training goes well. Paul. England’s number one ‘keeper. Paul is a marvel. The lads. My lads. Big Sam’s lads. They’ve swapped the balls with Easter eggs. Easter eggs on sale at Asda. Paul is catching every one. England beckons. Blackburn’s Paul. Big Sam’s Paul. England’s number one again. Put on me Blue Tooth. Nike on Speed-Dial. Will they change the Premiership ball? Hook up with Cadbury? ‘No’. No says Nike. I spit. I spit out my gum. Foreigners. Scuppering England. My England. Fabio. At my desk. Should have been my desk. My gum. My last gum. Stuck on the floor. Stuck on the floor of a Portakabin in Blackburn. Irony. Irony they call it. No more gum. I send our Craig to Mr Asiv’s round t’corner. Our Craig. Out on his own. I give him some petty cash from t’drawer. Let him keep his ten percent mind. Look after family. Disaster! Disaster strikes Big Sam. The flavour. My flavour. Big Sam’s flavour. Sold out! Our Phil has bought the last pack. Our Phil who came over to show off his Blue Tooth. He’s bought my gum. ‘No sour grape left Dad’ comes our Craig round t’corner, ‘It’s all gone.’ Disaster. I console the boy. Yes. Yes, you can keep that ten percent lad. I phone Arsene Wenger. Arsene Wenger. Sat in that training ground. All curves and corners. Like Paris I dare say. Arsene puts me on hold. Talking to Gilles. Gilles?! Big Sam is angry. Angry at being on hold. Arsene, on his phone. Sat in his office. In his training ground. Probably sunny down there too. No good. Credit running low. Big Sam doesn’t need his advice. His sports’ nutrition advice. His advice is of no use to Big Sam now. I send our Craig back to Mr Asiv’s. Five pounds credit. Ten percent for our Craig. I phone Sir Alex. I take notes. Knight of t’relm. Hero. Idol. Martyr. I note it down. Pining. Straining. I listen. I note. Hovis. Check. Dripping. Check. Vimto. Check. Done. Done and dusted. 13th is ours. I won’t tell our Phil mind. Phil has Kia-Ora. Kia-Ora. Too orangey for crows. Too orangey for crows apparently. I tell our Phil that he needs to cut down. Cut down on those tanning salons. Not right. Not at Bolton I told him then. No salons at Bolton. Met Robbie in a salon though. That’s when he left. My Phil. Gone. To Hull. Hurt. Sorrow. Reconciliation. The Kia-Ora is too orangey for crows. Right. Right I tell him. Crows. Crows, bleak, circling. Looking for the weak. The disabled. The dead. There’ll not find that here. Not at Big Sam’s Blackburn. We’re alive. We’re alive and well. We’ve got 13th to fight for. Switch off lights. No change from t’meter. The phone hasn’t rung. The phone hasn’t rung again. The red phone our Craig installed. The red phone our Craig installed last year. The phone linked direct to t’FA. It’s not rung. It’s not rung again. That job were mine. Too big. Too big for t’job. Capello. Italian. Managing my England. Big Sam’s England. Not right is that. Blue Tooth bleeps. Bleeping that Phil, our Phil is calling. Can he take me to see Kightly? Kightly. Big Mick’s lad, down t’road at Wolves. English. English lad. Next Beckham. Next English Beckham. ‘No’ says I. Big Sam is off. Big Sam is scouting with our Craig. Craig is next to me in t’car. A Rover. British. A British motor. A lovely big British motor. Our Craig is checking. Checking flights. Checking tickets. Checking passports. Checking he’s packed the scotch eggs. Checking for holes in t’roads. Four thousand. Four thousand holes in t’road they say. Flight’s booked. Bag’s packed. Ginster’s in glove compartment. Donetsk. Ukraine. Brazilian lad. Jadson. Do well. Do well up north. Have to move Dunny along though.

So you're saying he sleeps with his nieces as well!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/merseyside/8001243.stm Culture Secretary Andy Burnham has called for a "full disclosure" of all evidence on the Hillsborough Disaster in which 96 Liverpool fans died. The victims were crushed to death during Liverpool's FA Cup tie with Nottingham Forest on 15 April 1989. Mr Burnham made his comments after being heckled by angry fans at an emotional memorial service at Anfield on the 20th anniversary of the tragedy. The families are still fighting for a full inquiry into the disaster. On the day of the tragedy, Liverpool supporters were in the Leppings Lane of the Sheffield stadium. South Yorkshire Police, which oversaw the event, opened a large exit gate which forced too many Liverpool fans on to the terrace, leaving the fans inside trapped between people entering the ground and the metal fences at the front of the stand. During the memorial service on Wednesday, fans chanted "Justice for the 96" during Mr Burnham's speech. Mr Burnham, Secretary for Culture, Media and Sport, said: "If there is further information held by public bodies relevant to the tragedy that has not yet been published then it should be. "I believe now the public interest lies very clearly in full disclosure of all such information, so that the families and others can make their judgement on all the facts." The Hillsborough Families Support Group have led a two-decade long campaign to have the events which led to the deaths fully investigated, despite previous inquiries. At the service, attended by 25,000 people, Trevor Hicks, the former chairman of the group, vowed the fight for justice would continue. As he address the mourning fans, he added: "Still together, still determined, still resolved as ever that the truth will defeat the lies and propaganda." The government minster, a life-long Everton fan, recalled hearing of the rival team's tragedy at Hillsborough while attending Everton's FA Cup tie on the same day.

A thoroughly good pasting, to knock further the already bruised confidence.

fecking spawny little b******s!

quality stream here of Sunderland match; http://www.veetle.com/viewChannel.php?cid=49dd52c1ec520

Masch Insua Alonso

Best at that since Emlyn Hughes.

They were s**** again. Let in a sloppy late goal after being battered in the first half. They are scarred and probably knackered. Dead in the water. Win our games and it's ours.

Maybe this? 1) The last time we did a double over both Man. Utd and Chelsea was 1990. 2) Also the last time we had a grey away strip 2) That same season in which we also drew 10 games !! 3) The last time Man United had such a commanding lead and lost the title was in 1998. On March 14th 1998 their biggest rivals Arsenal defeated them at Old Trafford and went on to win the league.