Taming of the Shrew

When I first planned this trip back home I also fully anticipated driving up to Shrewsbury tomorrow. At that time Lee Bowyer had breathed life back into all of us, I hadn’t been to the New Meadow (or Gay Meadow come to think of it) and, well, what else was I to do on a Tuesday? I looked at hotels to stay in, and I would have driven to Gatwick Wednesday.

Anyway, fortunately I guess, I now have to be in the office on Wednesday so need to fly back tomorrow and instead, and not for the first time recently, I will be on a plane for the whole duration of the game.

Oh well, but trust me, my recent luck of watching Charlton in the flesh should give us all hope. I have seen us win just twice since the Chris Powell era.

Tomorrow is truly win or bust. The Shrews outplayed us at The Valley in February, and we will have to turn Saturday’s performance on it’s head if we are to leave with maximum points. With Saturday’s debacle fresh in the mind it seems unlikely. If they can that tale will match anything Will Shakespeare came up with.

Pompey play at Bradford and Rotherham go to Gillingham also Tuesday.