A meander through Scrapbook Lane: Part I
Portsmouth FC Season 1982–83 and the winning of the Division 3 Championship
Portsmouth FC Season 1982–83 and the winning of the Division 3 Championship
I made the fatal mistake of following Alice down yet another rabbit hole and here we are, the first in a long series I’m ridiculously titling “A Meander Through Scrapbook Lane”, and a few scraps from my very first scrapbook aged a sprightly and boisterous 10 years of age. This is merely to set the scene for the meanders through both my scrapbooks and my footballing memories that will follow and will, if successful, span the seasons 1982/3–1996/7. I’ve found myself in a deep, dusty rabbit hole and at the moment I’m enjoying myself, so if you are a football/Portsmouth FC/Scrapbook Memories type of individual, welcome, help yourself to the free biscuits and I hope you find the following entertaining or at least a pleasant footballing memory jogger.
This first edition in the series will be a short one as this was the first “proper” season this 10 year old started eagerly cutting up his Mother’s Portsmouth Evening News and gluing everything in sight. All other seasons that follow (bar one) have an average of 30 cuttings per edition.
Disclaimer — All pictures contained within this blog will be almost certainly from the Portsmouth Evening News and Sports Mail as well as wholly contained within some loved, if dusty scrapbooks of near 40 year vintage and placed here purely for enjoyment purposes and I hope that this disclaimer meets everyone’s needs. If not, thank you www.portsmouth.co.uk for entertaining this pritt stick and scissors wielding young child/spotty teen/tall and gangly late teenager and young adult who should’ve stopped ripping and cutting up newspapers long before he hung up his scissors.
Disclaimer II — This is far from a fully comprehensive review of the season and purely the contents and selected pages from my first scrapbook. I am also a Liverpool fan born of a Manchester United supporting Mother who was born and raised in Portsmouth. I obviously have an affinity for my hometown and their football team and I hope these early scrapbooks reflect that.
I was also nicknamed by my Liverpool match going pal as “The Cutter” in reference to an Echo and the Bunnymen song and so hence, here are my cuttings.
Disclaimer III — As a cursory glance at any of my blogs will confirm, I write a lot. Here, not so. Pictures speak a thousand words apparently and from the annals of my first childhood scrapbook I think they sound strikingly eloquent on their own and with only minimal intrusion or commentary from me.
So I hope these scraps from my books jog a memory of the match concerned or the era, the city in general or your life at that time.
Human memories are a precious commodity. I hope you enjoy.
