Barrel of Fun
Abort, retry, fail
I was gifted a ticket and met the gentleman at the stadium, so didn't have any sort of travel evidence. The lady at Brighton station wasn't going to let me through and the policeman didn't believe I was going to the football. Granted, I was not in colours and was wearing shorts and flip-flops.
Thanks to Mr Frith for lending me a card which then convinced the two officials to proceed through to catch a train.
Thanks to Mr Frith for lending me a card which then convinced the two officials to proceed through to catch a train.