paulfuzz
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Brighton V Halifax 1970, It was my "uncle Ron" (turns out to be the bloke my mum was having an affair with) I don't remember much about the game more the sensations. Walking down Goldstone Lane and catching a glimpse of the pitch and how green it looked, The guy on the corner selling newspapers crying "midday news and the sporting life, paper". the smell of the burgers and what seemed like huge bags of crisps (I cant even remember the make of them, certainly never saw them in any shops I usually went in), coming over the top of the Chicken Run to see the magnificent pitch and lovely white posts and goal nets. The sea of faces when you turned around just before kick off, then the roar as the team appeared wow!! I was hooked!! the rest of the game went with a blur.
My dad found out and then insisted that if anyone was taking his son the the football it would be him, so never missed a home game from then until 1978 when I joined the army.
Other than that I can't remember a thing!!
My dad found out and then insisted that if anyone was taking his son the the football it would be him, so never missed a home game from then until 1978 when I joined the army.
Other than that I can't remember a thing!!
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