Arriba, I have a sixth sense, prophesised things in my life, an unerring ability to sense the future. Pompey are doomed, which doesn't take an uncanny ability to see into the future, but it gets worse for them, they will lose to Oxford, twice, and narrowly escape relegation to the Conference. There they will languish for decades. They sold their soul to the cloven hoofed one, and now it's pay back time. I do sincerely believe that they did wrong to a good soul, that is me, and now they will pay for the allegiance of one fucked up woman to their cause.
Arry' ?