Pompey away in the cup a few years back, Sheringham was playing for them, we were in a right dump down the road. Nice choice of Fosters or Smiths. The old bill were keeping a close eye on us, drinking "Skippy P1ss" out of a plastic glass. Inside the ground just after kick off the OB came rushing in looking around for anyone who had been in the pub. Spotted me, dragged me out behind the stand took me towards the gate and frisked me. They couldnt find anything, made me take one step outside of the gate, and let me back in again. Then searched other people. When asked what the fooks going, the stewards replied that six pool balls were missing from the pub! Own up, who was it?