[Albion] 22 years ago today ?

[Paulie Gualtieri]

Couldn’t get a ticket for the last game

Managed to get in for the last night vs Barnet, stood in the east 1-0


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[kevo]

Left London to head off down to Brighton, got on the train at Victoria and realised about 15 minutes later that I'D LEFT MY TICKET BEHIND. Got off at East Croydon, headed all the way back to Shepherd's Bush, got my ticket, back to Victoria, and somehow just made it before kick-off.

The roar when Storer scored *THAT" goal was, I think, the loudest I'd ever heard at the ground. A sheer outpouring of emotion.

I wasn't sure about everyone dismantling things and taking stuff at the end. I guess it was OK, because the Goldstone belonged to 'us' more than anyone. But it was still sad. Wanted to do the opposite thing and leave something behind. So I took the scarf I was wearing, and had taken to matches since the early 80s, and wrapped it round one of the barriers in the North Stand. There was a photo somewhere of the empty stand after the end of the game, and you could clearly see my scarf, behind the goal with no nets and missing lumps of turf from the pitch.

When I was growing up, for me the Goldstone was somewhere I'd use to escape. A Saturday afternoon out with my school mates watching one of the most exciting teams in the league (76 to 79 was magical!), when things weren't going well at home. Without wanting to sound too sentimental, when I was a teengager it was in a way my 'spiritual home', somewhere I could forget about horrible other stuff for 90 minutes.

I really miss the old place. Yes, we have a lovely, shiny new stadium but the memories of the Goldstone will always stay with me.

(And one more thing: F**K OFF Archer! We will never forget).

 

[kevo]

...and here is the actual ticket.

 

[Blue3]

I was in the South stand right in front of Stuart Storers outstretched arms as he dived to the pitch in celebration was it 22 years ago seems only yesterday

A group of us went back the next day managed to get into the ground and played a game of football jumpers for goal post stuff pitch full of holes but I scored at both ends before being escorted out

 

[graz126]

north stand down at the front half way between goal and west corner flag

 

[zefarelly]

As did we, and it was. Unless I win euro millions and rebuy the land, and build a new Goldstone, it'll never be as good as some of the days I had there. You can't recreate history exactly, but laying in the heart of your town is a bloody good start

Chicken run. I didn't join the pitch invasion for some reason. Me and my mates just stood there and took it all in. Really felt like the end of an era.

 

[Seagull]

East stand, took a bit of concrete from the terrace, dug up some turf, then set about the north net with a blunt knife with kids for company. Took a while but I cut my square of blue and white, maybe the bit Storer had hit. Got my pic with him in the Boxpark a few weeks ago ... Newcastle it's nothing by comparison.

 

[Weststander]

Is the sound commentary on match highlights, from Radio Sussex?

I love the chaos of the goal moment culminating in “Storer!”.

 

[Weststander]

Left London to head off down to Brighton, got on the train at Victoria and realised about 15 minutes later that I'D LEFT MY TICKET BEHIND. Got off at East Croydon, headed all the way back to Shepherd's Bush, got my ticket, back to Victoria, and somehow just made it before kick-off.

The roar when Storer scored *THAT" goal was, I think, the loudest I'd ever heard at the ground. A sheer outpouring of emotion.

I wasn't sure about everyone dismantling things and taking stuff at the end. I guess it was OK, because the Goldstone belonged to 'us' more than anyone. But it was still sad. Wanted to do the opposite thing and leave something behind. So I took the scarf I was wearing, and had taken to matches since the early 80s, and wrapped it round one of the barriers in the North Stand. There was a photo somewhere of the empty stand after the end of the game, and you could clearly see my scarf, behind the goal with no nets and missing lumps of turf from the pitch.

When I was growing up, for me the Goldstone was somewhere I'd use to escape. A Saturday afternoon out with my school mates watching one of the most exciting teams in the league (76 to 79 was magical!), when things weren't going well at home. Without wanting to sound too sentimental, when I was a teengager it was in a way my 'spiritual home', somewhere I could forget about horrible other stuff for 90 minutes.

I really miss the old place. Yes, we have a lovely, shiny new stadium but the memories of the Goldstone will always stay with me.

(And one more thing: F**K OFF Archer! We will never forget).

What an great post.

Yep, 76 to 79 was amazing, and larcenist Archer is piece of a shit.

 

[Sirnormangall]

South stand, right behind the goal - great position for our goal - short lived jubilation at the goal and result as we left the ground in sadness for the last time with a feeling of trepidation at the final match that awaited us the following week!

 

[Jam The Man]

When the team ran into the pitch they threw these mini footballs into the crowd.
Ormerod threw his into the North Stand straight into my hands
My mate was gutted as we had crammed 3 of us into one turnstile to get in and managed it before the old bill had a chance to grab us.

And I've still got that football today

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Good work!

 

[Jam The Man]

Left London to head off down to Brighton, got on the train at Victoria and realised about 15 minutes later that I'D LEFT MY TICKET BEHIND. Got off at East Croydon, headed all the way back to Shepherd's Bush, got my ticket, back to Victoria, and somehow just made it before kick-off.

The roar when Storer scored *THAT" goal was, I think, the loudest I'd ever heard at the ground. A sheer outpouring of emotion.

I wasn't sure about everyone dismantling things and taking stuff at the end. I guess it was OK, because the Goldstone belonged to 'us' more than anyone. But it was still sad. Wanted to do the opposite thing and leave something behind. So I took the scarf I was wearing, and had taken to matches since the early 80s, and wrapped it round one of the barriers in the North Stand. There was a photo somewhere of the empty stand after the end of the game, and you could clearly see my scarf, behind the goal with no nets and missing lumps of turf from the pitch.

When I was growing up, for me the Goldstone was somewhere I'd use to escape. A Saturday afternoon out with my school mates watching one of the most exciting teams in the league (76 to 79 was magical!), when things weren't going well at home. Without wanting to sound too sentimental, when I was a teengager it was in a way my 'spiritual home', somewhere I could forget about horrible other stuff for 90 minutes.

I really miss the old place. Yes, we have a lovely, shiny new stadium but the memories of the Goldstone will always stay with me.

(And one more thing: F**K OFF Archer! We will never forget).

I’ve always maintained that the atmosphere after Christmas that season was the best I’ve experienced. Each game was so vital and we didn’t lose a game at home from mid December onwards. Especially given the toxic feeling up to that point. Once Bellendi had been chased out and never to return, it just got amazing.

Yes we’ve had a handful of outstanding atmospheres at the Amex - even a couple at Withdean- but nothing consistently like in the first 4 months of 1997.

 

[jonny.rainbow]

Oooooh where did you get that mug from? I want one.

http://www.clubmerchandise.org/your-sporting-memory-ceefax-mug-free-uk-delivery/

 

[kevo]

Is the sound commentary on match highlights, from Radio Sussex?

I love the chaos of the goal moment culminating in “Storer!”.

Pretty sure it is, though the commentator is Jonathan Pierce. There used to be a decent clip of it on YouTube, but the only ones on there now have an awful dubbed soft-rock soundtrack. The original, with the extended commentary is great - 'Stuart Storer has got the goal that could keep their hopes alive... Brighton are off the botton of the table!'. Still sadly embedded in my brain!
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[Return of the Rev]

Recall fans from inside the north forcing the gates open offering those a chance outside to enter(a moderate amount hanging about outside)

 

[Westdene Seagull]

22 years ? Scary !!!! For me East as usual, right behind a bloke that was always in the same spot that my brother and I had nicknamed 'Benz ze Knees' as everytime something exciting happened on the pitch that is exactly what he did.