Prince Monolulu
Everything in Moderation
As a non/anti-smoker one of my fondest memories is the lingering sweet aroma of the pipe smoke surrounding me in the early days at the Goldstone, standing on my homemade stool (by my Dad) in the West, then the walk across Hove Park afterwards to find the car (usually in The Droveway or similar). The letters around the pitch to check half-times, access to training in school holidays etc etc