We are proud to publish OzPompey's diary covering Pompey's FA Cup Final triumph. This is really brilliant and well worth a read.
It all
began at......
11.55pm western Australia time, Sat.5th April....
Final whistle has gone....I am dancing around the
room shouting at the top of my voice, we've won, were in the final...the FA CUP FINAL!!!!...
Where is my laptop, got to find a cheap flight home.
HAVE TO BE THERE!!!....
Sun.6th April... the next morning...
Have booked my flight, bit of a roundabout route,
Perth to Kuala Lumper, KL to Amsterdam, Amsterdam to Heathrow.....now I have my
flight sorted, got to find a ticket for the game....
Fri.25th April.....
Tried to get a ticket from Pompey, but no chance,
they are like gold dust.., had to buy one from an online ticket agency. Cost me
an arm and a leg...so far have spent 2970 dollars for flight and final ticket,
ticket going to my sister Ann in Leigh Park.
Thurs.8th May...
Text message from Ann....my Final ticket was
delivered today.......WEMBLEY HERE I COME!!!!!!!.......
Weds.14th May
Finally I am going, my partner Karen reckons I
have been murder to live with these last few weeks.....a few other Pompey fans at
the airport on their way back....sadly all
on different flights to me.
5.00 pm.. The plane takes off and my journey
begins...
Thurs.15th May..... 08.45 am London time....
22 hours and 45 mins of flying and hanging around
in airports I land at Heathrow...another 30 odd mins later and I am in terminal 4
arrivals, my sister her husband and my niece there to greet me. My mum who
lives in Cornwall now has come up to Pompey, but she has waited at my sister's
house......a couple of hours later, for the first time in 6 years I am back in Pompey, nothing seems any different....first thing I do is check my Final ticket,
I want it in my hands just to make sure I have it.....off to the Pompey shop at Fratton Park later........
Back from the Pompey shop...spent a fortune, but
saves paying postage to Australia when I buy online.....
I am tired
but can't settle down, the closer the kick off gets the more nervous I am.....Ann
says she feels sorry for Karen having to put up with me like this for a few
weeks, she is glad it is only for a couple of days...
Fri.16th May......
Got up around 5.00 am.. just can't sleep, lucky my
brother in law is a very early riser, the coffee is already made......
9.30 am..... Off down commercial road, have a look
around, see what the atmosphere is like around the town....spent a fortune , lots
of banners and posters splashed around the city, even met a guy wearing a shirt
who is part of pompey's supporters club in Spain....we swapped a few airport
stories.......
11.30pm.... have spent all evening just doing
nothing, can't watch TV, don't seem able to concentrate on the screen,
conversations with me are apparently one sided, can't eat, have drunk gallons
of coffee I think, wander from one room to the other, out to the garden, family
keep telling me to sit still or go out, I am driving them mad. What on earth is
wrong with me they ask....I am acting like a kid, not a grown man...I tell them what's
wrong with me. I have been a pompey fan for over 45 years, have followed them
all over England, in all 4 divisions, now I am gonna watch them in the cup
final , and I know we are gonna lose ,it's typical pompey!!!....so here I am
laying in bed, can't sleep, just lying here with the fear of losing tomorrow
coursing through me..........
Sat.17th May...
6.15am..... Not much sleep again. Restless till
around ten waiting for my niece, I got her a ticket next to my seat, so going
up together...finally Rachel, my niece, arrives and we are off. My sister tells
me if we lose, to get straight back on the plane home, she doesn't want to put
up with me if we lose.....Drive to Petersfield , then jump on the Waterloo train
from there....

The lack of sleep really show's on my face in this picture.......
Lots of Pompey fans on the train, I became a sort of minor celebrity when I mentioned I was back from Australia for the game...everyone wanted to shake my hand.... great journey to Waterloo, talking about Pompey and reliving old memories.....train arrives at Waterloo and we all pile off and head to the underground.....hearing "the Pompey chimes" ringing around Waterloo makes me shiver....been too long since I was amongst the Pompey fans....it is the one thing I really miss, living in Australia......tube train arrives and I am walking down Wembley way, only ever saw it on TV, but have dreamed of walking along it with thousands of Pompey fans around me....

We stop for a coffee and a bag of chips, just watching the fans go past, listening to the songs....looking back down Wembley way, I still can't believe I am here, watching Pompey fans stream towards Wembley...

But as I look up the giant screen and the Pompey flags snap me out of it. It's not a dream, its real, Pompey are in the final of the FA cup and I am here to see it....dreams and wishes do come true!!

1.30pm....We decided to head into the stadium, I want to take it all in, want to soak up the atmosphere as the ground fills up.....
1.40pm... We are in and find our seats -

Sitting here looking around this magnificent stadium, I think of the old run down stadiums I have been to over the years, Rochdale, Wigan, Halifax, Northampton and all the rest before the Taylor report. All those times I never thought I would get to Wembley with Pompey, but here I am and the bitter disappointment I felt at Highbury and Villa Park all those years ago when we lost the semi against Liverpool is gone....this time we did it.
2.45pm.... The ground erupts, me with it as the teams come out..
3.00pm... National anthems are over, all the dignitaries have left the field and it is just the two teams and the officials left..the game begins...
3.37pm..... Utaka crosses, keeper parries, kanu pounces, YESSSSS!!!!!!...
Pompey have scored, I jump about twenty feet into the air, I hug my niece, I hug the people around me, I even hug the steward, he must think I am a complete lunatic, as I jump around grabbing everybody in arms reach of me, all the time shouting yessssss at the top of my voice.....
3.48pm.... It's half time, thank god, I need to get a cold drink and calm down a bit....send a few text messages to my partner, she is watching it on the telly back home in Australia...
4.03pm... The second half kicks off..."c'mon Pompey" I think to myself "don't blow it. Don't be so cruel to me again...you have done it to me so many times through the years, please don't do it this time, I couldn't stand it!!!".....
4.52pm.... The final whistle goes at last...the added time has dragged, I think I had a dozen heart attacks in those few minutes...
But it's all worth it, all the nerves and restlessness, all the lack of sleep and unable to eat, all the fears and worries, have all been dismissed..We have won the cup!!!!!
Watch the officials and the Cardiff team go up and collect their medals with unabashed impatience....come on get on with it...I want to see Sol lift the cup!!!!!....
Don't think I have shouted so loud before in my life as I watch Sol hold the cup up......after all these years, all the highs and a lot more lows, supporting and following Pompey all over England, this makes up for it, I cannot begin to describe how I feel at this moment...but god I love this Club!!!!!....
We watch all the celebrations on and off the pitch, my niece, Rachel, is absolutely delighted to be here, I am glad I arranged it for her, it is a magical 20 minutes or so....

5.20pm.... Time to head home...down Wembley way all you can hear is the Pompey chimes and renditions of "when Sol went up to lift the FA cup we were there"....it's an absolute emotional kaleidoscope....
On the tube, can't believe we got the wrong one!!!..It's full of Cardiff fans!!!....no trouble, but we wanted to be with the Pompey fans...
At Waterloo and it's a sea of blue and white, Pompey fans everywhere, everybody hugging and shaking hands with people they don't know....there are no strangers today, only fellow Pompey fans.

Some are only young and don't know the dark old days...some are of my generation, and like me can't quite take it all in....it's surreal to us to be the cup winners...we were used to dreary stadiums and relegation......the train back is another few hours of delirium, everyone is singing, everybody is best friends, it's a great time to be a Pompey fan !!...
Sometime around midnight....am in bed, have spent all evening talking about the game, read the football mail about ten times, watched every news programme and BBC highlights....now I have driven everyone mad, I will finally have a decent night's sleep, for the first time in weeks I think...got an early start tomorrow, off to Cornwall to see other family who live there now, for a couple of days before I fly home.....

Sun.18th April..... 8.30am, on the train to Cornwall, can't believe it is going to take two hours longer to go from Pompey to Cornwall, than it took me to fly from western Australia to Malaysia....
4.00pm.... My sister and her husband pick us up at the train station, stop in the local shop on way to my Mum's house...and can you believe it???....there is a guy in the queue wearing a Pompey shirt!!!!!...he didn't go to the game,s o spend twenty minutes or so telling him all about it...spend most of the evening telling my family all about yesterday I can't shut up, I am still as excited as a dog with two tails.
Weds 21st May.....9.00am....
Spent the last few days doing next to nothing....now it's time for the long journey home....
Drive to Newquay airport, flight to Gatwick, coach to Heathrow terminal 5, tube train to terminal 4, flight to Amsterdam, flight to Kuala Lumper, flight to Perth then drive home.
Fri, 23rd May...00.50am Western Australia time.
After around 32 hours of travelling and hanging around airports waiting for flights, I am home. Karen wants to go to sleep, but I want to tell her everything, she knows we won of course, but I have reminded her of that at least 20 times since I got off the plane. She forgives me, she know just how much Pompey winning the cup means to me. Somewhere during my tenth time of explaining how Kanu scored she has drifted off to sleep, but I can't, I am not sure whether it is today or next week, my body clock gave up somewhere over eastern Europe......still I have three days before I go back to work. Probably bore everyone to death in the next few weeks reliving the day Pompey won the cup.....but I don't care!!!!....we won!!!!!...Pompey won the FA cup!!!!!!.......and the best thing about it all is, when SOL went up to lift the FA cup.....I WAS THERE!!
Sat.24th May.....Sometime in the morning...
Karen came back from the local shopping mall, she tells me that the Canterbury clothing shop has a really nice Pompey top in the window. I go and have a look....AND it's the new home shirt for next season, I immediately buy one. I am amazed that it's not even released in Pompey yet, but here I am on the other side of the world wearing it. The woman in the shop said it's the first one she has sold...what an end to the greatest last week or so of my life to be the first Pompey fan in the world to wear the new home shirt for the 2008/09 season
I think I mentioned this before, but just in case I never.....
WE WON!!!!....... Pompey won the FA cup!!!!!!!!!!!!.....
God, I love that Club.....
PLAY UP POMPEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The picture of me in 2008/09 home shirt. Taken Saturday 24th may 2008. Printed in the Portsmouth evening news, Tuesday 9th September 2008