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How and Why did you become a seagulls fan ?
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Raphael Meade
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Bwian said:
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started in the early eighties...
Kalimantan Gull
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First game v Palace 1974, won 1-0 (Mellor) Unfortunately I slept through the whole game 
only five months old.
God knows how I really got hooked, think it was very gradual, a couple of corporate visits with my Dad, watched FA cup final on telly, but as my Dad's enthusiasm waned - he never goes anymore - mine has grown. First regular season was under Mullery the second time around, 1985-86 I guess, when we got relegated, feel sorry for dragging my Dad along to see that dross.
Sporadic visits since, mainly coz I've haven't lived in Brighton since 1992, think I really got hooked when I started going to away games and NSC started.
only five months old.God knows how I really got hooked, think it was very gradual, a couple of corporate visits with my Dad, watched FA cup final on telly, but as my Dad's enthusiasm waned - he never goes anymore - mine has grown. First regular season was under Mullery the second time around, 1985-86 I guess, when we got relegated, feel sorry for dragging my Dad along to see that dross.
Sporadic visits since, mainly coz I've haven't lived in Brighton since 1992, think I really got hooked when I started going to away games and NSC started.
My dad wasn't into football but think he took me as something to do with me at weekends. Started in 1979 as a 5 year old standing on a box at the front of the East Stand. Was quite a choker when I took my nephew for his first game (the Steua Bucharest friendly - not a bad start) at the Goldstone. He still goes now too.
my mum got me into supporting brighton, all her side of the family are from brighton but was forced to move to surrey when she married my dad!She drags him to all the brighton games now and took me to watch brighton play wigan in i think 1996 at the goldstone and ever since ive been hooked!
Man of Harveys
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I never had any awareness of football outside of the Albion in my early youth.
I'm afraid I can never identify with these people who can say they made an active decision in choosing their club - to me, it's akin to choosing your DNA or your eye colour. Thanks to the old man, older brother etc, there was simply never a choice. If we went out of business thanks to John Prescott, then I would take no interest in the game.
Put it this way: if you attended Brighton v Millwall midweek in about 1978-9, aged about seven, in the company of your entire family (including mother and sister) and actually enjoyed sprinting down the tunnel by Hove station to get away from the skinheads, then it's in the blood.
I also clearly remember being pissed off at the age of about 5 at not being able to see this "Palace" that the old man and brother were going to visit in London...
I'm afraid I can never identify with these people who can say they made an active decision in choosing their club - to me, it's akin to choosing your DNA or your eye colour. Thanks to the old man, older brother etc, there was simply never a choice. If we went out of business thanks to John Prescott, then I would take no interest in the game.
Put it this way: if you attended Brighton v Millwall midweek in about 1978-9, aged about seven, in the company of your entire family (including mother and sister) and actually enjoyed sprinting down the tunnel by Hove station to get away from the skinheads, then it's in the blood.
I also clearly remember being pissed off at the age of about 5 at not being able to see this "Palace" that the old man and brother were going to visit in London...
Shegull
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My brother was a season ticket holder in the 1960's and my Dad also followed them but wasn't able to get to matches as he had to work on Saturdays and was also nursing my mother who was dying at the time. I followed on from 1969 and reckon I have always been the most fanatical about them. Unfortunately now I have to follow them through the wonders of t.v. and internet
Born in Dorking, grew up near Oxford and supported Leeds cos they won the cup final in 72. Moved to Brighton in 1990, strolled up to the Goldstone in 91 to see a match v Ipswich, went in the Northstand, saw a Digweed penalty save and a Dean Wilkins freekick curl into the net in the final minute, Northstand went mental and I suddenly realised what supporting a football team was all about. Whenever people say you should never change your team, I tell them this story and they can never offer a decent argument against me doing it.
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My Dad (fan for 40 years+) had taken my brother to the Goldstone a few times, unsuccessfully trying to get him interested. I, aged about 9 and probably in a jealous fit rather than any particular interest in football, insisted that I accompany him at some point instead of my brother. I was instantly hooked, and my Mum has never quite forgiven Dad for ruining her Saturdays in this way
I stood on the East Terrace North, on a beer crate that was faithfully lugged along each week (apart from a Palace game when the steward decided that I might use it as a weapon). I think it cost about £1.50 for me to get in, and I think it was Bradford's first game of the season after the Valley Parade fire. Can't remember the score, but it was during the lovely Danny Wilson's spell as captain.
I stood on the East Terrace North, on a beer crate that was faithfully lugged along each week (apart from a Palace game when the steward decided that I might use it as a weapon). I think it cost about £1.50 for me to get in, and I think it was Bradford's first game of the season after the Valley Parade fire. Can't remember the score, but it was during the lovely Danny Wilson's spell as captain.
Dandyman
In London village.
Everybody at school (Lewes Priory) was talking about the new look Albion side in the 1975/76 season. I ended up going to my first game early in '76 and standing on the east terrace with my school mates. Fuelled by a diet of Ward, Mellor, Lawrenson and punk rock I went solidly for the next three years. Moved to London in the early 80's and only went erratically for the next decade. Got back into it again when I started going to games with Mr & Mrs SeagullsReturn in the early 90's.
On the Left Wing
KIT NAPIER
I forced to ... I really wanted to follow a club in claret and light blue stripes because the colours were so much better, but in order for my dad to play away on a saturday with the woman next door, her husband started taking me to see the Albion in 1967 and like heroin it became addictive and ruined my life ... I can now be found shooting up on £200 away trips to places as desirable as Oldham, Grimsby and Sheffield and spending vast amounts of hard earned cash on replica shirts, videos, books and stupid mugs!
The Large One
Who's Next?
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Seriously, I had been pestering my Dad to take me when I was seven or eight. He wasn't overly bothered, especially as there was aggro nearly every week. He finally took me on 8 September 1978, though he never told me he was going to.
He's a carpenter by trade and every Saturday I had to go with him to workshops or trade stores for tools or timber, some of which were located near the Goldstone. This one occasion, we got as far as the ground, utterly pissed off cos thousands were queueing up to get in, and it looked as though we were going timber hunting again. He just turned to me, however, and said, "Fancy seeing the game...?" I could have kissed the old bastard.
He didn't go to the Goldstone too many times after that (he'd been a semi-regular in the 50s and 60s), although he did go to the Crawley cup game. His wife - my mum - died four years ago, and it kind of left a vacuum in his life on a Saturday. Me and my brother persuaded him to come to Withdean. He now has a season ticket in D Block, and was there when we won the 3rd and 2nd Division Championships, and I am really glad that the three of us could share that experience together. He has since re-married, and shares his season ticket with his stepson (who is 28).
I knew the bug was always going to bite. When I was eight, it was something I always wanted to do, and I am really glad that my Dad let me take the plunge that early.
Seriously, I had been pestering my Dad to take me when I was seven or eight. He wasn't overly bothered, especially as there was aggro nearly every week. He finally took me on 8 September 1978, though he never told me he was going to.
He's a carpenter by trade and every Saturday I had to go with him to workshops or trade stores for tools or timber, some of which were located near the Goldstone. This one occasion, we got as far as the ground, utterly pissed off cos thousands were queueing up to get in, and it looked as though we were going timber hunting again. He just turned to me, however, and said, "Fancy seeing the game...?" I could have kissed the old bastard.
He didn't go to the Goldstone too many times after that (he'd been a semi-regular in the 50s and 60s), although he did go to the Crawley cup game. His wife - my mum - died four years ago, and it kind of left a vacuum in his life on a Saturday. Me and my brother persuaded him to come to Withdean. He now has a season ticket in D Block, and was there when we won the 3rd and 2nd Division Championships, and I am really glad that the three of us could share that experience together. He has since re-married, and shares his season ticket with his stepson (who is 28).
I knew the bug was always going to bite. When I was eight, it was something I always wanted to do, and I am really glad that my Dad let me take the plunge that early.
Dick Knights Mumm
Take me Home Falmer Road
Family with little or no interest in football. Started at secondary school, wondered what the others were doing after school football. Went along to a game against Portsmouth in the League Cup, "Who's that goalie with the big fat arse - Milkins, Milkins" and that was it.
By the way If a man comes to your front door and says he is conducting a survey and asks you to show him your arse, do not show him your arse. This is a scam; he only wants to see your arse. (I wish I'd got this warning yesterday. I feel so stupid and cheap.)
By the way If a man comes to your front door and says he is conducting a survey and asks you to show him your arse, do not show him your arse. This is a scam; he only wants to see your arse. (I wish I'd got this warning yesterday. I feel so stupid and cheap.)
Brady's Old Lady
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Went to my first game sometime in the 66/67season. I'd got hooked on football during the World cup. It was aginst Leyton Orient - we won 1-0. I still can picture the team coming out of the tunnel at the beggining. That still gets me going at the beginning of matches. I'd always lived in Brighton, couldn't see why I would support anyone else.
I can't actually remember when I made a conscious decision to follow the Albion. I think it was in a sports shop when my mum bought me a "promoted to division 1" pennant in 1979. I was 7 or 8 years old.
My first live game was Huddersfield in the league cup in 1982. Crap game apparently - not that I gave a toss - we were 1-0 down from the first leg and on our way out when we scored twice in the last 5 minutes. Marvellous scenes.
My first live game was Huddersfield in the league cup in 1982. Crap game apparently - not that I gave a toss - we were 1-0 down from the first leg and on our way out when we scored twice in the last 5 minutes. Marvellous scenes.
Curious Orange
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Southy said:
Crikey!! Someone born in Dorking actually managed to leave!!! Nice story though, that was an incredible day to get your first introduction to the Albion (shame about the next few years though!!).
Albion from birth due to my Albion mad Dad. First game 74/75. Dad had made a homemade crate for me to stand on at the front of the East Terrace where he always stood further back with his friends.
We lived in Hailsham then (though born in Eastbourne, nearest hospital). Moved to Eastbourne (77/78) when the faith was easily continued as at school it was either Brighton or Liverpool.
Graduated to North Stand when I first started going on my own after parents split and Dad started a new business.
Have watched regularly throughout and kept season ticket going since 88/89. Travel from Hastings now with mate I met on train to Brighton 16 years ago. Both of us have passed the faith down to our respective offspring.
The cycle continues.
We lived in Hailsham then (though born in Eastbourne, nearest hospital). Moved to Eastbourne (77/78) when the faith was easily continued as at school it was either Brighton or Liverpool.
Graduated to North Stand when I first started going on my own after parents split and Dad started a new business.
Have watched regularly throughout and kept season ticket going since 88/89. Travel from Hastings now with mate I met on train to Brighton 16 years ago. Both of us have passed the faith down to our respective offspring.
The cycle continues.
Lush
Mods' Pet
We'd lived in Brighton for a few years when Cloughie suddenly became manager - and at that point my dad thought it might be worth going along to a match.
My grandad made me a folding wooden stool to stand on in the Chicken Run and we went to pretty much every home game from then on.
My grandad made me a folding wooden stool to stand on in the Chicken Run and we went to pretty much every home game from then on.
Seagullmatt
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It's all my brothers fault. I didn't even like football but for his birthday treat we got to go to Goodison Park to see Everton vs Tottenham in dec 88. He used to support Everton as a boy (jumpin' on the 87 championship band wagon) but has since seen the error of his ways. I enjoyed it but he was told he couldn't very well watch Everton every week so we went to Albion vs Watford in early 89. I was hooked and went back every game for the rest of the season (except when my parents went to Paris and left us with our Gran.) and I'm still going now.