Posted by Colm Kavanagh
on November 5, 2009, 11:21 pm
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A tale from a few weeks back...as heard on talkSport the Monday after we'd lost at Portsmouth.
Portsmouth, of course, going through woes of their own, their Chief Exec Peter Storrie, a trustable kinda guy going back to his days with 'Appy 'Arry at the 'Appy carefree 'Ammers, doing his best to get the sale of the club sorted to the first pimp, sorry, buyer available. Sheikh, dog, sheikh, so to speak...
Mr. Michael Parry of the Press Corps, with his oversized heeed so far up the back passage of a certain Mr. Wm. Kenwright CBE, informed the listenership of Mr. Kenwright's wonderful gesture in the Portsmouth Director's Box just before kick off. As Peter Storrie emerged from within the bowels of Fratton Park to take his seat in the Director's Box, up stood our Glorious Leader to commence an outburst of applause, soon to be followed by one or two others. Bravo, Peter! Wonderful job old boy. Hurrah! A man for all seasons, to be admired for his sterling (sic) efforts to bring Pompey to greatness. One of the boys. Bill's mate.
I've always thought he was no more than a cockney spiv who wouldn't have been out of place alongside Arfur Daley in the back bar of the Winchester, getting served by Dave.
And this week, he's getting done for tax evasion via everyone's friend Willie McKay!!!
Football?!! Tis foooooked to infinity!
"Here's to you Peter!"
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