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Never under estimate NSC Potter haters
You’ll have a very long respite from them now. Tonight’s performance and result buys GP a lot of credit.
Never under estimate NSC Potter haters
Wonderful fun. A few seriously good performances.
Is that just Chelsea to beat since we got back up?
I don’t like to put any sort of negative tone on events at such a great moment, but the biggest change came when AliJ was substituted. He’d had a poor game, could have been sent off, and Lallana made such a difference and Zeqiri also did well.
Potter has given Ali J a chance in the last few games and it seems he is simply not up to it. Moder and Zeqiri are better players. Trossard today had one of his best games. The goal and reaction from the fans lifted him to a new level.
Citeh 37% possession
Lowest Pep has had in his career managing a top flight team
You like queuing for a burger then?Amazing night. Stewards all fantastic, atmosphere was eclectic and NO QUEUE for a burger
Hopefully a full stadium for next season!
The team - Magnificent
The crowd - Magnificent
Graham Potters reaction at the final whistle - Pure class, unlike Pep & Co.
Another mention for the crowd, you were that 12th man for us tonight
Nice to see Dunk and Duffy on the pitch at the end
That will go down as one of my all time favourite games over the last 59 years.
Here's a poem I wrote back in 2011, some of it is on the wall in the East Stand Lower concourse, it sums up how I feel tonight.
Me and Dad
Please take me to The Goldstone Dad, I'd really like to go
I've never seen a football match, oh please just make it so
I'll take you son but you must behave and not just muck about
But watch and cheer the boys in blue and maybe give a shout
And watch out if the ball comes near, just mind your head and dip
And pay no heed to naughty words that slip through grown ups lips
So off we went that rainy day in 1962
To see the team in brilliant shirts with stripes of white and blue
The Goldstone was an awsome sight seen through my keen young eyes
The terrace, pitch and people, flood lights towering in the sky
Crowds of people, sights and sounds, the smell of grass and fags
Listening to the grown ups talking, laughing at their gags
The teams ran out and cheers began, some boos for the opposition
A song rang out and singing started from all in our position
What is that song called Dad? I asked, and why are people singing
That's Good old Sussex by the sea, it sometimes helps us winning
We won the game and I was hooked, please can I come again?
I didn't mind the standing Dad, I didn't mind the rain
And so began my love affair with the team in blue and white
I really had no choice at all, it always just felt just right
Dad died in 1975 and look at what he missed
promotion to division one, league trophies being kissed
A small slight lad called Peter Ward the best we'd ever seen
The FA Cup at Wembley, just United spoiled our dream
The trio of devious traitors who ripped our club apart
The Goldstone being torn down would have broken his tired heart
Two sad years without a home, the club saved by Dick Knight
Moving to The Withdean to save our clubs dire plight
Ten long years of fighting trying to get our stadium built
Small minded Parish Councillors live with their share of guilt
The ups and downs, the wins defeats, a rollercoaster ride
But always cheering Albion on with love and hope and pride
And finally The Amex rose after all the years of pain
With thanks to Mr Tony Bloom, no more freezing in the rain
But when I take my seat at last, one thing will make me glad
That day in 1962, The Goldstone, me and Dad.
Leigh Sturgeon 2011
[emoji122]The team - Magnificent
The crowd - Magnificent
Graham Potters reaction at the final whistle - Pure class, unlike Pep & Co.
Another mention for the crowd, you were that 12th man for us tonight
Nice to see Dunk and Duffy on the pitch at the end
That will go down as one of my all time favourite games over the last 59 years.
Here's a poem I wrote back in 2011, some of it is on the wall in the East Stand Lower concourse, it sums up how I feel tonight.
Me and Dad
Please take me to The Goldstone Dad, I'd really like to go
I've never seen a football match, oh please just make it so
I'll take you son but you must behave and not just muck about
But watch and cheer the boys in blue and maybe give a shout
And watch out if the ball comes near, just mind your head and dip
And pay no heed to naughty words that slip through grown ups lips
So off we went that rainy day in 1962
To see the team in brilliant shirts with stripes of white and blue
The Goldstone was an awsome sight seen through my keen young eyes
The terrace, pitch and people, flood lights towering in the sky
Crowds of people, sights and sounds, the smell of grass and fags
Listening to the grown ups talking, laughing at their gags
The teams ran out and cheers began, some boos for the opposition
A song rang out and singing started from all in our position
What is that song called Dad? I asked, and why are people singing
That's Good old Sussex by the sea, it sometimes helps us winning
We won the game and I was hooked, please can I come again?
I didn't mind the standing Dad, I didn't mind the rain
And so began my love affair with the team in blue and white
I really had no choice at all, it always just felt just right
Dad died in 1975 and look at what he missed
promotion to division one, league trophies being kissed
A small slight lad called Peter Ward the best we'd ever seen
The FA Cup at Wembley, just United spoiled our dream
The trio of devious traitors who ripped our club apart
The Goldstone being torn down would have broken his tired heart
Two sad years without a home, the club saved by Dick Knight
Moving to The Withdean to save our clubs dire plight
Ten long years of fighting trying to get our stadium built
Small minded Parish Councillors live with their share of guilt
The ups and downs, the wins defeats, a rollercoaster ride
But always cheering Albion on with love and hope and pride
And finally The Amex rose after all the years of pain
With thanks to Mr Tony Bloom, no more freezing in the rain
But when I take my seat at last, one thing will make me glad
That day in 1962, The Goldstone, me and Dad.
Leigh Sturgeon 2011
So our only striker goes off injured and we being on Trossard. I despair.
Here's a poem I wrote back in 2011, some of it is on the wall in the East Stand Lower concourse, it sums up how I feel tonight.
Me and Dad
Please take me to The Goldstone Dad, I'd really like to go
I've never seen a football match, oh please just make it so
I'll take you son but you must behave and not just muck about
But watch and cheer the boys in blue and maybe give a shout
And watch out if the ball comes near, just mind your head and dip
And pay no heed to naughty words that slip through grown ups lips
So off we went that rainy day in 1962
To see the team in brilliant shirts with stripes of white and blue
The Goldstone was an awsome sight seen through my keen young eyes
The terrace, pitch and people, flood lights towering in the sky
Crowds of people, sights and sounds, the smell of grass and fags
Listening to the grown ups talking, laughing at their gags
The teams ran out and cheers began, some boos for the opposition
A song rang out and singing started from all in our position
What is that song called Dad? I asked, and why are people singing
That's Good old Sussex by the sea, it sometimes helps us winning
We won the game and I was hooked, please can I come again?
I didn't mind the standing Dad, I didn't mind the rain
And so began my love affair with the team in blue and white
I really had no choice at all, it always just felt just right
Dad died in 1975 and look at what he missed
promotion to division one, league trophies being kissed
A small slight lad called Peter Ward the best we'd ever seen
The FA Cup at Wembley, just United spoiled our dream
The trio of devious traitors who ripped our club apart
The Goldstone being torn down would have broken his tired heart
Two sad years without a home, the club saved by Dick Knight
Moving to The Withdean to save our clubs dire plight
Ten long years of fighting trying to get our stadium built
Small minded Parish Councillors live with their share of guilt
The ups and downs, the wins defeats, a rollercoaster ride
But always cheering Albion on with love and hope and pride
And finally The Amex rose after all the years of pain
With thanks to Mr Tony Bloom, no more freezing in the rain
But when I take my seat at last, one thing will make me glad
That day in 1962, The Goldstone, me and Dad.
Leigh Sturgeon 2011
Same old problem. We don’t take our chances. No cutting edge with an extra man - then 0-2.
Game over
Same old problem. We don’t take our chances. No cutting edge with an extra man - then 0-2.
Game over
So our only striker goes off injured and we being on Trossard. I despair.