Pool

The highlight of two hours at the stadium.

Town was full of thrills though, the station bar has no bar; real beer, cider and perry is served from a mysterious room, and there is an automatic shutter that is lowered at any hint of trouble, leaving you in a small locked room full of enthusiasts (beer if not football). And today there were police everywhere, Spleen and I thought it was a welcome for the Pompey fans but then we wandered out of the station to find the brewery pub and visitor centre and found a bunch of people shouting on a corner, surrounded by police. We wandered round the corner and found who they were shouting at - a bunch of English Defence Leaguers hanging about outside a pub. None of the locals knew why they were here - they left on the 3pm train, just after pompey arrived.

And then back to boro, a curry and westgarth social club - missed Siobhan Wilson so decided to play snooker and watch the later interesting band - Embers, through the bar.