[Albion] Its Friday, so let's have your favourite Albion strange but true tales.

[The Wookiee]

Great thread

 

[Seagull]

I had a leak next to Chris Cattlin at half time during the 1983 FA Cup Final and chatted to him afterwards!

 

[Lincolnshire Seagull]

Bert Murray was moved to RB freeing up Kit Napier to be our No 7. It all worked well and Kit scored the winner in the very next game against Villa. Always overlooked because of Wilie Irvine's wonder goal earlier.

Bert Murray pulled me a pint in his pub in Market Deeping (the Bear?) before our legendary 3-0 win at Peterborough, but I was too shy to talk to him properly.

 

[CorgiRegisteredFriend]

Going back to The Legends Night at The Brighton Centre 2001 for this story. After the event and having met several of the players as well as Micky Adams and Fat Boy Slim we decided the nearest place for an after hours drink and wind down was The Grand. We soon discovered most of the team were already at the bar area and staying in the hotel. We went to get our drinks when Malcolm Stewart, who had just been served said - don’t pay for those, just say that you are with the club. Which of course we did, many many times that night. The rest of the evening was a complete blur although I do remember Nathan Jones arriving with a rather attractive lady on one arm and a rather attractive lady on the other arm looking like he had won the lottery.

 

[tstanbur]

Watched the reserves play Arsenal reserves at the Goldstone as a kid.

Arsenal had a few first team players in the team so we hung around for autographs then walked home.

Was on Old Shoreham Rd and heard a big bang. Ian Wright had crashed his red XR3i into the gate post coming out!

 

[Harry Wilson's tackle]

Going back to The Legends Night at The Brighton Centre 2001 for this story. After the event and having met several of the players as well as Micky Adams and Fat Boy Slim we decided the nearest place for an after hours drink and wind down was The Grand. We soon discovered most of the team were already at the bar area and staying in the hotel. We went to get our drinks when Malcolm Stewart, who had just been served said - don’t pay for those, just say that you are with the club. Which of course we did, many many times that night. The rest of the evening was a complete blur although I do remember Nathan Jones arriving with a rather attractive lady on one arm and a rather attractive lady on the other arm looking like he had won the lottery.

Could have been that night....I was suited and booted and taking photos, and it somehow became assumed I was Official. I have some great pix. But at one point I slipped over. I have a pic of two of the player's wives (Kerry Mayo and the wife of the jock defender) with Quentin Cook pointing and laughing at me. Bang to rights.

These are analogue pix and I should digitize them at some point. Some absolute corkers. I remember chatting to Dave Swaffield in the lavs and seem to recall he was puffing on a massive cigar Simpler times.

Oh and we stayed in a hotel near the sea front and Bobby Smith was also staying....and he told me how Archie McCauley binned him off for not giving him a cut of his ghosted newspaper column.

 

[Zeberdi]

I will kick off …

Cheers Mike

What a huge disappointment is was after reading the thread title posted on Halloween weekend, by a funeral director that the “strange but true” story I am met with isn’t a scary story of a body climbing out of a coffin, or even a body going missing but a rather un-frightening account of transfer deals. I rather missed the Albion bit in the thread title

Anyway, I’ll oblige with a compromise:

My dear Dad went to every Albion game, home and away until he became very ill with cancer. He wore his Albion scarf to every match and hung it on the coat-stand in the hall when it wasn’t round his neck. It was there until the day he died which was close to Midnight on Wednesday 10 November 2010. The funeral director arrived the next morning (on Remembrance Day) to collect him and I went down to the Town Hall to register his death. That evening I remembered we were playing Hartlepool United at Victoria Park on the Saturday (13th). My Dad would have gone to that match (I wasn’t planning to) so in a pique of morbid superstition and grief, I decided to wear my Dad’s scarf as a good luck omen for the next few days so we would win.

It wasn’t on the coatstand.

I guessed Mum had put it somewhere but when I asked her, she swore she hadn’t. My Brother wasn’t into football and apart from the McMillan nurse and my young niece, no one else had been in the house since the night he died. I looked all of Friday, searched the house top and bottom - it had weirdly vanished. Before the match on Saturday I had a really powerful feeling that my Dad was near me around kick off time. We lost 1:3 to Hartlepool and my Dad’s scarf never turned up again. It was also the one and only time I ever sensed him near me after he died.

 

[TugWilson]

I'm the reason Gerry Fell left the club

In 1977, our school needed a guest of honour at the Jubilee celebrations. Albion were contacted and Gerry and his wife were sent. They were positioned in the centre of the first float and I was sat next to him. Of course, this had nothing to do with my Mum organising the event...

As soon as I sat down, poor Gerry was bombarded with all sorts of questions to the point he sat in a stupor looking in the distance. I'm convinced he left to avoid having to meet 'that boy' ever again.

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Sorry , what was the question again ............

 

[TugWilson]

What a huge disappointment is was after reading the thread title posted on Halloween weekend, by a funeral director that the “strange but true” story I am met with isn’t a scary story of a body climbing out of a coffin, or even a body going missing but a rather un-frightening account of transfer deals. I rather missed the Albion bit in the thread title

Anyway, I’ll oblige with a compromise:

My dear Dad went to every Albion game, home and away until he became very ill with cancer. He wore his Albion scarf to every match and hung it on the coat-stand in the hall when it wasn’t round his neck. It was there until the day he died which was close to Midnight on Wednesday 10 November 2010. The funeral director arrived the next morning (on Remembrance Day) to collect him and I went down to the Town Hall to register his death. That evening I remembered we were playing Hartlepool United at Victoria Park on the Saturday (13th). My Dad would have gone to that match (I wasn’t planning to) so in a pique of morbid superstition and grief, I decided to wear my Dad’s scarf as a good luck omen for the next few days so we would win.

It wasn’t on the coatstand.

I guessed Mum had put it somewhere but when I asked her, she swore she hadn’t. My Brother wasn’t into football and apart from the McMillan nurse and my young niece, no one else had been in the house since the night he died. I looked all of Friday, searched the house top and bottom - it had weirdly vanished. Before the match on Saturday I had a really powerful feeling that my Dad was near me around kick off time. We lost 1:3 to Hartlepool and my Dad’s scarf never turned up again. It was also the one and only time I ever sensed him near me after he died.

What a nice way to tell you -don`t worry need my scarf for the game

 

[Zeberdi]

What a nice way to tell you -don`t worry need my scarf for the game

 

[CorgiRegisteredFriend]

Could have been that night....I was suited and booted and taking photos, and it somehow became assumed I was Official. I have some great pix. But at one point I slipped over. I have a pic of two of the player's wives (Kerry Mayo and the wife of the jock defender) with Quentin Cook pointing and laughing at me. Bang to rights.

These are analogue pix and I should digitize them at some point. Some absolute corkers. I remember chatting to Dave Swaffield in the lavs and seem to recall he was puffing on a massive cigar Simpler times.

Oh and we stayed in a hotel near the sea front and Bobby Smith was also staying....and he told me how Archie McCauley binned him off for not giving him a cut of his ghosted newspaper column.

I’ve got a few photos from the night. Several with Paul Rogers and one with Micky Adams. Was a great evening and will live on in my Albion Memory for ever. I’d be interested in seeing you pics if you do manage to transfer them.

 

[Bring back Bryan wade!!]

I regularly play football on a Thursday night with both Andy Rollings and Tony Towner’s sons. Both cracking lads as well.

 

[Herr Tubthumper]

Wouldn’t happen in Düsseldorf.

True!

From memory @Carrot Cruncher and definitely @Uncle Buck were there.

From talking to Stuart, “the goal” clearly means a lot to him, he spoke very enthusiastically about it. His friend laughed and told us he knew all it as well; Storer had mentioned “many times”.

All things considered, I’m pleased it was him.

 

[Munkfish]

Took a cab to Lord’s a couple of years ago and started chatting to the cabbie, nice lad. Quickly ascertained that he wasn’t in to cricket so the chat moved to football. He told me he was a proud Gooner. I said that I was a Seagull. At which point he casually dropped that he’d “played a few games for Brighton once upon a time.”

It was Wayne Gray and I suspect I’m one of only a few here who saw him play for the Albion, back in 2002. Indeed I quoted to him a headline from a programme from back then which went: “Sunshine on a Wayney Gray.” He was a lovely guy and humbled that I’d seen him play.

Wasn’t he absolutely rapid? Could Run the 100 meters in 10 seconds or something along those lines. Remember his loan spell.

 

[Munkfish]

Often used to travel back with the players with my Dad from Gillingham. One week me and my brother travelled back with Stuart Storer and Bret Ormarod. Me and my brother being about 11 and 9 trying to be lads started telling them about our Friday night routine of watching euro trash.

Remember Stuart Storer saying to my Dad that he was suprised he let us watch euro trash. Needless to say my Dad had no clue what it was or so he claimed. Needless to say once he discovered what it was we had to be a bit more carful with getting our fill of big fake boobs on a Friday night.

 

[Dun Lurkin]

Peter Ward once accidentally stood on my foot in the crowded bar of the Amsterdam Pub in Shoreham as I squeezed past him. I believe it was his 'local' as he only lived around the corner at the time.

 

[jcdenton08]

I interviewed Larry May in the club shop at the Goldstone as part of my college project. He was very nice, and very tall.

Used to coach the youth team I played in at BHASVIC, Chris May used to play. We once raided a load of sweets from an unlocked door on site.

 

[jcdenton08]

Often used to travel back with the players with my Dad from Gillingham. One week me and my brother travelled back with Stuart Storer and Bret Ormarod. Me and my brother being about 11 and 9 trying to be lads started telling them about our Friday night routine of watching euro trash.

Remember Stuart Storer saying to my Dad that he was suprised he let us watch euro trash. Needless to say my Dad had no clue what it was or so he claimed. Needless to say once he discovered what it was we had to be a bit more carful with getting our fill of big fake boobs on a Friday night.

Mark Ormerod surely?! Brett Ormerod was a striker and never played for us

 

[Peppermint Tea]

Wasn’t he absolutely rapid? Could Run the 100 meters in 10 seconds or something along those lines. Remember his loan spell.

Dunno but as a cabbie, he observed every speed limit and his tyres were legal

 

[Herr Tubthumper]

I remember him, scored at Colchester away.

https://www.11v11.com/matches/colchester-united-v-brighton-and-hove-albion-30-march-2002-11956/

I think that was the “3-1 and no Queen Mum” game.