Yes we were. One of our players, who was the brother of someone more famous, got 3. We got to 3-3, then wnt 3-4 down, then equalized
Paul Emblem, if I remember correctly? In about 15 minutes.
Yes we were. One of our players, who was the brother of someone more famous, got 3. We got to 3-3, then wnt 3-4 down, then equalized
Paul Emblem, if I remember correctly? In about 15 minutes.
I am in a tiny TINY minority of people who experience-wise actually preferred Gillingham to Withdean. Terraces for a start, plus we could decide on the day to attend. If we were going our Saturdays followed a set pattern:we'd drive to Orpington (where my wife's from) and have lunch with her parents. Then I'd take the children and my father-in-law to Priestfield whilst my wife spent the afternoon with her mum. We'd then come back, cold and depressed, to be cheered up with a pot of tea, a plate of sandwiches and a roaring fire.We'd often stay the night as well so I didn't have to drive all the way home. From a family point of view they were actually great days!
The football was almost always shit though.
Oh, I preferred the Gillingham matchday experience hugely, and for similarish reasons. P'filled is only 25 minute's drive from where I live. And the internet had just got going (the Mailing List being my first port of call) so despite the shit football, things were exciting. By comparison, a 75 minute drive to and from Withdean, with the lack of roof leaving me soaking wet, was never a pleasure (albeit I had a season ticket at Withdean for years, till flouncing after some people sitting near me started getting me down). But for the majority, Withdean was 'home' of sorts. Nearer to home, anyway, and psychologically this was a good thing.
There are many reasons why I loved the Gillingam years in the end, after the grim start, but this was mostly about rekindling my love for the Albion, having hardly watched them since the late 70s, and meeting loads of great people via the Mailing List, many of whom I still see from time to time (Bozza, Dick Knight's Mum, Jim in the West, Bwian, Inkerman, Bob, and various other NSCers I can't name because they have wisely kept their identity private).