Lord Bracknell
On fire
The one occasion I've worn the stripes to Selhurst was when we were promoting the first REMF game at a Palace v Norwich City match. Thanks to the hospitality of The Seagulleater and his chums at The Wheatsheaf, we got tickets in the away end (apart from the young Miss Bracknell, who found herself accompanied by the SGE in the home end - carefully wrapped up in an overcoat). Oh what a jape! Once the Holmesdale end spotted us in the stripes, they spent the whole match singing anti-Albion songs, to the complete bemusement of the Norwich City fans.
Just before the end of the game, a police sergeant came up to me, with a word of advice. "Perhaps you're not aware of this, sir, but there's a bit of history between Palace and Brighton fans. I'd suggest you cover your shirt up, when you leave". "Don't worry", I responded. "We're going back to The Wheatsheaf to meet some of the Palace lads", I reassured him.
All was well.
Just before the end of the game, a police sergeant came up to me, with a word of advice. "Perhaps you're not aware of this, sir, but there's a bit of history between Palace and Brighton fans. I'd suggest you cover your shirt up, when you leave". "Don't worry", I responded. "We're going back to The Wheatsheaf to meet some of the Palace lads", I reassured him.
All was well.