Wickham Wanderer
Member
- Sep 17, 2012
- 32
It would be great to know how many are in this club. Not sure it would be so many though
From there on in, we didn't miss many matches (though I did of course manage to miss the 4-4 Boxing Day draw
My one and only trip to Gillingham. I was 14 at the time and I think it cost me 2 quid to get in, 25p per goal! I remember the guy on the PA saying he'd crack open a bottle of champagne if we scored. Early in the second half he kept his word, with the sound of a popping cork over the speakers to much amusement. Was it Paul Emblem who scored a hat-trick?
Losing 4-0 at home to Darlington (Darlington!) - ex-Palarse Marco Gabbiadini scored a hat-trick. Witnessing the worst ever player to wear an Albion shirt (step forward, Ashley Neal)... It really was dire.
[pedant alert] We had some terrible players at Priestfield but Neal wasn't one of them - he played for us in our last season at the Goldstone. And he was truly appalling
[pedant alert] We had some terrible players at Priestfield but Neal wasn't one of them - he played for us in our last season at the Goldstone. And he was truly appalling
Damian Hilton maybe? Michael Mahoney-Johnson?
It must be Hilton! God, he was dire!
He was indeed. That first season there really did represent a footballing low-point unrivalled even by the infamous Hereford season.
Lawrence Davies. Micky Bennett. Jamie Moralee
Jamie Moralee
"It was dark and stormy evening on the south coast, the like of which Hove had not seen before. A large slate-grey coloured car with blacked out windows, unusual for the time, turned into Newtown Road and creeped slowly along, passing an almost hidden 'main entrance' sign before finally stopping in the shadow of the West Stand. The light was fading quickly now, hastened by the coming storm. Suddenly a small man appeared from below the concealed main entrance and after casting a nervous eye at the blackening sky he hurriedly walked towards the car and knocked firmly on the tinted glass panel of the rear passenger window. A tiny gap appeared as the glass lowered electronically, insufficient for the small man to see who was sat inside. "Mr Archer?" the man asked with slight hesitation. "That is correct" came the reply which had collected a sense of menace after an uncomfortable pause. "Please, then follow me, they're expecting you" said the small man before retreating back to the entrance. With this the car door opened and a suited man, his wealthy attire marked by the absence of a coat, stepped out. At precisely that moment an almighty crash of thunder betrayed the eye of the storm was close by . Moments later the first heavy raindrops struck the pavement. There was just enough time for the man to avoid the climatic violence nearly upon them. And yet the businessman simply stood unmoved on the pavement eyeing the West stand like a lion does its prey. Something was wrong, as if thousands of voices had cried out but were suddenly and terribley silenced....