The Large One
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Nights like last night make it all worthwhile supporting the Albion.
But there’s more than that.
It’s nights like that that explain WHY I love supporting the Albion.
We all went into last night’s game not expecting any kind of result, or if we did, it was only ever going to be a humiliating one. But that’s what’s different about Brighton - the unexpected. Ironically, I think the Walsall game made last night that much better.
When we’re on the floor, and you can’t see where the next result is coming from, and you’re convinced you’ve made the wrong choice in turning up, they go and pull one out of the hat like last night.
Similarly, when we’re on form and cooking with gas, they’ll go and kick you in the teeth by playing a stinker, losing to rubbish, effectively wrecking your weekend.
But then, I never signed up for glory, I never signed up for bragging rights (just as well), I signed up because I believe in the concept of local pride, and because they were there, and I have never, EVER regretted it.
I KNOW they’re going to let me down, and I KNOW they’re going to pick me up. Just knowing they’re there, taking my mind off whatever bores the arse off me from 9-5 (and it was bloody close to being taken away from me, from us, 11 years ago) is, for me, a comfort.
I couldn’t handle supporting a club where you’re expected to win week-in, week-out. Where’s the fun when you do win? It’s the unexpected that keeps me going - it’s the way it’s always been, and always will be.
And I wouldn’t change it for the world. Never. I just enjoy supporting this club, and that suits me just fine.
I’ll stop grinning like an idiot soon. Not yet, but soon.
But there’s more than that.
It’s nights like that that explain WHY I love supporting the Albion.
We all went into last night’s game not expecting any kind of result, or if we did, it was only ever going to be a humiliating one. But that’s what’s different about Brighton - the unexpected. Ironically, I think the Walsall game made last night that much better.
When we’re on the floor, and you can’t see where the next result is coming from, and you’re convinced you’ve made the wrong choice in turning up, they go and pull one out of the hat like last night.
Similarly, when we’re on form and cooking with gas, they’ll go and kick you in the teeth by playing a stinker, losing to rubbish, effectively wrecking your weekend.
But then, I never signed up for glory, I never signed up for bragging rights (just as well), I signed up because I believe in the concept of local pride, and because they were there, and I have never, EVER regretted it.
I KNOW they’re going to let me down, and I KNOW they’re going to pick me up. Just knowing they’re there, taking my mind off whatever bores the arse off me from 9-5 (and it was bloody close to being taken away from me, from us, 11 years ago) is, for me, a comfort.
I couldn’t handle supporting a club where you’re expected to win week-in, week-out. Where’s the fun when you do win? It’s the unexpected that keeps me going - it’s the way it’s always been, and always will be.
And I wouldn’t change it for the world. Never. I just enjoy supporting this club, and that suits me just fine.
I’ll stop grinning like an idiot soon. Not yet, but soon.
