I've bought a burger there and bought a sofa from DFS.
I actually find myself fondly looking at the hove park tavern when stuck at the lights, remembering the atmosphere before those crucial games in the last few years.
Likewise. Though as I don't live in Sussex it is not too difficult for me.I drove by once. Avoided it since.
I've bought a burger there and bought a sofa from DFS.
I'm not buying anything on principle.
I was brought up in Goldstone Crescent. These days I look across the park and sense the absence of the ground like an amputee can still feel sensation in a missing limb. The memories are so deep that I only have to see a thread like this to conjure up images of the pre-match hustle and bustle along an Old Shoreham Road shut to traffic, a cluster of Police Motorcycles on the edge of Hove Park, the clicking of the turnstiles, the climb up the steps at the back of the North Stand ... emerging through that miserable corrugated opening to be struck by the greenest green you ever did see, the bright white lines and the hum of expectation from the gathering clans. I'm buggered if I'm ever going back there. I can't even drive past it.
I was brought up in Goldstone Crescent. These days I look across the park and sense the absence of the ground like an amputee can still feel sensation in a missing limb. The memories are so deep that I only have to see a thread like this to conjure up images of the pre-match hustle and bustle along an Old Shoreham Road shut to traffic, a cluster of Police Motorcycles on the edge of Hove Park, the clicking of the turnstiles, the climb up the steps at the back of the North Stand ... emerging through that miserable corrugated opening to be struck by the greenest green you ever did see, the bright white lines and the hum of expectation from the gathering clans. I'm buggered if I'm ever going back there. I can't even drive past it.