Pompey Crimes
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‘Play Up Pompey’ chimes
sticking in throats of
bemused fans of
the South coast club.
Hartless, Portsmouth limp on,
lurching from one crisis
to the next.
Overseen, now by
eagle-eyed Grant,
for whom this must be
a far cry from the pomp
and ceremony at the Bridge.
For Pompey it may be
a bridge too far:
paying massive transfer fees
and extortionate wages to players
based on gate receipts from
the smallest ground in the
Premiership.
A fire sale of players predicted
in the January window –
survival Portsmouth’s only hope
as the tax man tightens his grip
and the winding up order is served.
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