Man of Harveys
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...to me as I walked warily past entire ranges of discarded white goods on the day of the first game at Gillingham (a day, lest we forget, when Belloti even had the nerve to turn up), and having recently seen the Goldstone reduced to nothing but dust and mud, that we'd (eventually) be seeing work getting underway on a gorgeous new stadium in a lovely spot, then I'd have informed you that you were MAD.
(Even if you'd said to me at one of those grim tense last few fixtures at the Goldstone not to be too concerned about what was then a highly dodgy looking future at best, because we'd soon be winning titles, promotions and play-off finals and enjoying the kind of memories that most football fans never get to see, I'd have had you SECTIONED. After the game.)
I can think of countless numbers of windy-arsed shite-spouting empty-headed wise-acre slack-jawed lairy semi-incoherent public bar BORES who have infested this website over the years, with a load of brainless think-they-know-better guff, about pipedreams, or about waiting for the bulldozers to go in before believing it, or about how they're building it in the wrong place, or any such miserablist - and pointlessly unachieving - twaddle. And if they do continue to grumble into their hopefully-undercooked turkey this Xmas, it's because from now on, they've clearly just been proven plain 100% wrong. So maybe today's little ceremonial at Falmer isn't quite the worst day to think just how grim things got and how far we've come.
Although, oddly enough, I've seen little sign of any admitting of that on here since work has actually started at Falmer, some determine really-wouldn't-want-to-be-stuck-in-lift-with-them nutters aside. Not much "ok, you got me, I was wrong". And yes, I know it's not exactly finished, but (feel free to call me a naive window-licker) but I'm starting to suspect that it will be. Above anything else, that's just really quite a relief.
(Even if you'd said to me at one of those grim tense last few fixtures at the Goldstone not to be too concerned about what was then a highly dodgy looking future at best, because we'd soon be winning titles, promotions and play-off finals and enjoying the kind of memories that most football fans never get to see, I'd have had you SECTIONED. After the game.)
I can think of countless numbers of windy-arsed shite-spouting empty-headed wise-acre slack-jawed lairy semi-incoherent public bar BORES who have infested this website over the years, with a load of brainless think-they-know-better guff, about pipedreams, or about waiting for the bulldozers to go in before believing it, or about how they're building it in the wrong place, or any such miserablist - and pointlessly unachieving - twaddle. And if they do continue to grumble into their hopefully-undercooked turkey this Xmas, it's because from now on, they've clearly just been proven plain 100% wrong. So maybe today's little ceremonial at Falmer isn't quite the worst day to think just how grim things got and how far we've come.
Although, oddly enough, I've seen little sign of any admitting of that on here since work has actually started at Falmer, some determine really-wouldn't-want-to-be-stuck-in-lift-with-them nutters aside. Not much "ok, you got me, I was wrong". And yes, I know it's not exactly finished, but (feel free to call me a naive window-licker) but I'm starting to suspect that it will be. Above anything else, that's just really quite a relief.