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What a depressing thread. Tell the kids of today that we used to regularly find ourselves alongside pockets of away fans in the Goldstone North Stand back in the sixties - resulting in nothing worse than mutually insulting banter - and they'll never believe you. Football fans have a lot to...

Beat me to it. Schmuck!

Saw the, er, highlights post-MOTD last night. BHA holding Arsenal to 0-4. They mentioned the huge Amex crowd (>5,000 apparently). So, from anyone who was there... How was it for real?

My use of "force-fed" related to the extent and prominence of Albion Women news stories on the club site, with their somewhat misleading click bait headlines like "Man City tickets now on sale!". Those of us on the club's mailing list will routinely find similarly disproportionate coverage of...

While I can't bear the tediously overused term 'PC brigade', the fact remains that the women's game is being force-fed to us to such an extent that one is made to feel disloyal for not joining the manufactured clamour to watch and support the Albion's women's team. To check out whether mine's...

Ha! Effortlessly superior to the formulaic "We should be beating teams like..." parroted by lower-order supporters elsewhere. Pretentious? Nous?

Could be worse. Having an actual canon running the country. Or maybe a canon's daughter. Oh.

Ludicrously banal 'news' pieces on the club website, under headlines that in the last fortnight included:- HUGHTON PLEASED WITH TOP-FLIGHT PROGRESS DUFFY: WE’LL LOOK TO START FAST PROPPER: WE ARE CONFIDENT OF STAYING UP HUGHTON: LET’S KEEP OUR HEADS STEPHENS: CARDIFF IS MASSIVE HUGHTON: WE...

Contemplate for a moment the indisputable truth that Dale Stephens fails regularly - and often spectacularly - at that most basic of skills required of a professional footballer: namely, to be reliably capable of propelling the football to a colleague standing just a few metres away. Not to a...

Not sure about that, Harry. The gig does not belong to Doris Stokes; it merely involves her. See also "'a Beatles gig". Besides, I don't share Easy's likening of the Selhurst silence to a Doris Stokes gig – where, surely, one is more or less guaranteed to hear something from the other side.

Going forward? You do realise this is a Hughton side?

No. You have to be a fully-paid-up northerner to say 'these'.

Not often you discover a thread on a Palace message board that is actually funny. Especially when it's about us. Sadly, seems like one or two of their posters were nonetheless whooshed. Could the OP in fact be Easy 10 in disguise?

As opposed to purpletraitors - aka escapees from UKIP.

A very nice obituary, that, confirming that by far the most successful period of Kit's career was spent down here in Brighton. RIP, yet another club legend.

Up in the morning early, start at the break of day March till the evening shadows, tell us it's time to stay We're always moving on me boys, so take your time from me And sing this song as we march along Of Sussex by the sea. Sometimes your feet are weary, sometimes the way is long...

Me too. Back then at the Clock End there was real standing up - without any need for seats! And people bringing in food, flares, flasks, and bottles (with tops, full of actual beer. And drinking it in plain sight of the pitch - imagine!) Course, Paul Barber hadn't been invented back then...

This thread – sadly already relegated to invisibility on page 3 – has brought back so many memories. As everyone says, Kit Napier was a genuine superstar hero in an era when – with Radio Brighton yet to be invented – you never even got to hear a player speak, let alone appear in any kind of...

I'm referring to the dullness of the playing style - not the Amex experience itself which, bearing in mind all of our past travails, has always been amazing.

True. And when you look at other clubs' message boards, you'll find Albion being described as this year's Burnley, the new Stoke, etc, with much emphasis on our league-worst disciplinary record. The current playing style is all a far cry from the Poyet revolution, where our fanbase were...