May 2008 Archives
Phew! Safety At Last.
Posted by on May 3, 2008 6:22 PM
PHEW. Job done. Pompey seen off in a fixture that could so easily have been staged at Wembley if the season hadn't taken a frustrating and disappointing detour. Still, two good goals - ironically from set pieces and against a poorly executed man marking system - after a jittery start and the full three points that make the table a less painful read. Sighs of relief all round.
Keegan Blast At Big Club Stitch Up
Posted by on May 6, 2008 10:00 AM
"CHEER UP Kevin Keegan
What can it mean
To a sad Geordie realist
And a trapped football team".
Eternal optimist Kevin Keegan has spoken a great truth: that the Big Four have the Premier League stitched up like a kipper and that even with sustained spending "the eighth biggest club in the world" are still light years away from catching them. How does he think we feel?
Fond Farewell To A Stuttering Season?
Posted by on May 9, 2008 10:15 PM
SO, TO THE last home game of the season at the relieved Riverside and the now traditional lap of cynical indifference. The fans get to express their begrudged appreciation for their heroes or berate the boss (as when beleaguered Robbo was roundly booed) while the players get to salute the supporters they have variously entertained, let down or slated over the season. As a demonstration of the contradictions inherent in the relationship between the players and the fans it is hard to top.
Boro Batter Sven's Men
Posted by on May 11, 2008 11:04 PM
AS FAR as 'papering over the cracks' goes, you can't do better than that. An 8-1 hammering at home will certainly send the supporters home smiling, even it is only in bemused disbelief at the on-going perversity of a side that has averaged less than a goal a game at home signing off with an avalanche of net-busting action to send the anoraks rifling through the record books.
Yes, it was against ten men. Yes, it was against a crisis club with a manager and board at loggerheads and the fans in open revolt. And yes, it was the last day when there was nothing to play for and with no pressure on. Who cares! It was a glorious goal glut the memory of which will be handed down in Teesside folklore for generations, with each and every strike getting better with every telling. It offered sublime skills, magical movement, a string of sizzling goals - and it offered hope that next year can be far more rewarding than this.

