German Shepherd wrote: Old bloke on the massive old away terrace at Roots Hall at the 0-0 draw in the 1st Round of that amazing cup run. He was drunk as a skunk ringing a bell & singing:
'Play up Pompey, Pompey play up'
I said to him 'mate this is Plymouth not Portsmouth' & he said 'is it' & promptly left.
…which reminds me of a works social event that I attended in London in the 80s. I got chatting to this random bloke and, of course, the subject of football came up. On revealing my allegiance to Plymouth Argyle the guy said, ‘Oh yeah? I’ve been to Plymouth.’ Sensing a looming commonality, I said, ‘Really?’
‘Yeah, I drove to Plymouth once to catch the Isle of Wight ferry.’
‘I don’t think so, the Isle of Wight ferry doesn’t go from Plymouth.’
‘Yes it does’ he maintained, confidently ‘“Plymouth”’
I'd lived and worked in the capital for a year or two by then. As such, I was well used to the jaw-dropping geographical ignorance of many Londoners relating to any other parts of the UK. Cutting him some slack and ignoring the slight, I patiently corrected him. 'No, if you were catching the Isle of Wight ferry you must have gone to Portsmouth.’ His response was, ‘Well, Plymouth, Portsmouth - it’s all the same, innit? Both start with the same letter and have stuff to do with sailors, don’t they?’
I made my excuses and went to speak to someone else.