[Albion] How did we / Brighton do today?

[Hovegull]

My neighbour knows I am a fan so when I run into her she normally knows the last result so we can have a conversation. The day after the Forest 7-0 game though she cheerfully asked how we got on yesterday…it was a a shorter chat than normal.

My colleagues who have no interest in football always ask too - it’s good for small talk I find

 

[el punal]

Conversely, I’m frequently accosted on the way to a game, in colours, with “Hope you do well today”, to which my reply is usually “I’m not actually playing”.

I got accosted in Amsterdam when we played Ajax. This ‘accosting’ was done by, ahem, a lady of pleasure who was interested in my seagull head. Football was definitely not on the agenda.

 

[MattBackHome]

I remember it happening to me on the way back from an Oscar Garcia match which was so boring (and I'd had a skinful) that I literally couldn't remember the result, let alone the score. Quite embarrassing actually in he moment.

 

[Molango's visa]

I love it when I'm asked. I like the eagerness, almost ingratiating. I half expect them to add "oh I wish I could go to the footballs". Then I could say "one day you will. All will be well" . Then they have a little cry.

 

[Comrade Sam]

For the City home game I was taking my daughter to visit Birmingham University. I was watching it on my phone as we stopped for a Balti. When we conceded there was an air of inevitability, so I said f*** it let's have a look at the city. My phone couldn't pick up a signal for updates. As we got on the train a 4 Wolves fans saw my Brighton hat and cheered 'Yow Brighton just took the lead!' - bloody marvellous.
Living in London people often stop me to tell me how brilliant the Albion are.

 

[Kalimantan Gull]

Back in September 2000, I didn't know the score to our game as had been on a long train journey, back in Brighton wandered past a pub, lovely sunny evening, saw some guys in Albion shirts drinking outside and asked them how Brighton had got on. "Won 6-2" they said, "and he scored twice", pointing at our recent signing Nathan Jones. I vaguely recognised him from the Argus, so shook his hand and welcomed him to the club like the star struck fool I was, before carrying on my way

 

[HangletonGull]

Last week the Fulham home game was waiting for the bus, women in her mid 20s also at bus stop asked me who we playing today? (Was wearing the bukta Albion tracksuit top) reply with Fulham , she then replies “hope we beat the Fulham scum “

 

[BrightonCottager]

Last week the Fulham home game was waiting for the bus, women in her mid 20s also at bus stop asked me who we playing today? (Was wearing the bukta Albion tracksuit top) reply with Fulham , she then replies “hope we beat the Fulham scum “

Bit harsh.

 

[HangletonGull]

Bit harsh.

No my thoughts exactly was like easy love

 

[dazzer6666]

Wearing Albion colours, I can't be the only one who regularly gets stopped, sometimes hours after a game, and asked how 'we' or Brighton got on.

If that person was a genuine fellow supporter or had an interest in the result, they would've taken steps to find out, rather than chancing coming in to contact with someone who had been at the game.

Happened a few times yesterday. Does anyone else get unnecessarily annoyed by this?

Nope. Probably just trying to start a conversation about it

 

[hans kraay fan club]

I got accosted in Amsterdam when we played Ajax. This ‘accosting’ was done by, ahem, a lady of pleasure who was interested in my seagull head. Football was definitely not on the agenda.

oo-er.

 

[Brian Munich]

I can understand back in the pre-smartphone days, but you'd have to be a very part-time fan to not even bother looking at your phone for the results now and just happen to ask a passing fan wearing colours how 'we' got on.

Remember Saturday afternoons in shopping centres up and down the country when all the blokes congregated outside Dixons from about 4-40 onwards?

 

[marcos3263]

On a tangent, I hate it when I see an adult wearing a replica strip out and about when their team is actually playing. I get that life goes on, sometimes other things have to happen, BUT at least be engrossed in a screen while in B&Q etc etc.

If they are out walking the dog or sitting in a (not TV) pub then they literally don't have a clue.

These supposed fans are the worst kind of scum, jumping on a bandwagon without the awareness that they are an ultimate plastic.

Sometimes I approach them and as how their team is doing in a mocking tone - although mostly in my head as I as a keyboard warrior and don't like personal interactions.

 

[Clive Walker]

Tesco's lewes, shortly after the Forrest mauling. Asked me the score, I replied we won 4-0.

 

[Brovion]

Wearing Albion colours, I can't be the only one who regularly gets stopped, sometimes hours after a game, and asked how 'we' or Brighton got on.

If that person was a genuine fellow supporter or had an interest in the result, they would've taken steps to find out, rather than chancing coming in to contact with someone who had been at the game.

Happened a few times yesterday. Does anyone else get unnecessarily annoyed by this?

I am known for getting almost irrationally annoyed about lots of things. Far too many to list here, and the list is growing bigger the older I get. (I will give one example: it annoys me that Dick Head doesn't start his otherwise-excellent matchday threads with three asterisks before the title: ***)

However even I don't get annoyed by people asking how 'we' got on, in fact the exact opposite, it gives me a little bit of joy.

 

[cjd]

My nearest neighbours here ( in fact my only neighbours in our tiny hamlet) always ask how Brighton got on. They also watch Brighton on the rare occasion they are live on TV.

Considering they are huge rugby fans, ( their grandson plays for Coventry ), I'm always pleased to chat with them and explain how far we have come over the years.

 

[portlock seagull]

Devils Dyke May 1991: driving away from then Goldstone, bloke in another car coming the other way in slow moving traffic winds down his window and asks me "What was the score?" "We beat 'em 4-1" I replied! Bloke just didn't believe me and drove on, we weren't even favourites never mind thrashing 'em!

 

[el punal]

The most satisfying ‘how’d they got on’ question was at Eastville back in April 1978. For those of you that remember Eastville was Bristol Rovers ground then, and the away end backed onto the slip road of the M32 going out of Bristol. It was an evening game and the Albion were on fire and were winning 3-0

So there I was standing at the back of the terrace and a car pulled up on the slip road. The driver wound down the window and shouted across in the broadest Bristol accent “’Ere mate, waat’s the scorre?”
“3-0 to Brighton, sorry 4-0!” I replied, as our fourth goal hit the back of the net. “Oh buggerr me!” was his choice response as he sped off into the night.