I'm a Portsmouth supporter.
We've been successful and shite in equal doses throughout our history. We're one of the few to win the top league title back to back and held the FA Cup for 6 years (1939-1945 innit...shhh, it counts


). We've been on a tour down the leagues and then found we'd got a return ticket back to the top again.
But I can say positively, despite the glamour of the Premiership and the associated cash - the last two years managerial muppetry and the ongoing stadium and training ground fiasco - despite all of this, we are still being run like we're in division three.
And that's one of the reasons I bloody love my club. We're complete amateurs at this "SUPER PREMIERSHIP STARDOM" stuff and don't mind being unprofessional in order to wallop our rivals or to ban all red top reporters from our ground. Our chairman is a mental serb called Milan, our manager is unsure of which end of the M27 he's working and our training ground is a bleeding joke.
But, despite all of it - we manage to make it through, hook and crook (and i'm not talking about our Russian/French son of an arms dealer chairman

) and have some proper fun as supporters while we're at it. Half the time in the prem is looking at Henry sticking yet another one past us, Kostas Chalkias being a fucking terrible goalkeeper, our manager fucking off to our rivals, being managed by Jerry Seinfeld, buying dross and claiming its an improvement. The other half includes Matty Taylor belting in an equaliser at Anfield or going to 4 - 2 - 4 against Charlton Athletic in the last fifteen minutes and winning 4 - 2 from 2 - 2, Pedro Mendes screaming two in extra time to win against citeh and not forgetting FUCKING THUMPING THE SCUMMERS and then waving them goodbye into the fizzy pop league and all of the joys and heartbreak that comes with it.
But while you're doing it - you're going 'fuckin' hell - we used to have Leigh Mills up front and Carl Tiler defending - six years ago'....
