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[Albion] What’s your favourite ever Brighton defeat
- Thread starter Skaville
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I 'enjoyed' the misery of the 1975 0-1 defeat to Leatherhead and Chris Kelly 'The Lip', the 1973 0-4 v Walton & Hersham as a young teen at the time.
Then there was a 1985 2-1 loss at Portsmouth one Christmas, where we got set upon at Fratton Park at HT and afterwards.
Then there was a 1985 2-1 loss at Portsmouth one Christmas, where we got set upon at Fratton Park at HT and afterwards.
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Taybha
Whalewhine
This for sure , after all the battles and friends lost along the way everybody knew that the next game we would play would be in our new home .
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Shooting Star
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Technically not a loss (but was on aggregate): Sheffield Wednesday play-off 2nd leg. Will never, ever forget that day. Pride and sadness, rolled into one.
Leekbrookgull
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Sort of a defeat but not really Swindon 4 Bha 0 game abandoned
Was there for that,absolute mud bath and the Seagulls train.
OzMike
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Award for the most stupid question.
Sirnormangall
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- Sep 21, 2017
- 3,178
I was at all of those and enjoyed none of them! Walton & Hersham was mid week in the afternoon due to power cuts preventing use of floodlights. Pompey was a bloodbath - nutters.
Buzzer
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- Oct 1, 2006
- 26,121
7th March 2009 Orient 2 Brighton 1
It's my favourite not because of the game, that was awful. Russell Slade's first match in charge, a squad full of loanees with El-Abd and Fraser as the only players that I recognised. McGleish scored (of course) and boy did he let us know it. We looked dead and buried with relegation a certainty. It's my favourite because of what happened afterwards.
I'd been drinking all day around London Bridge with a group of mates, such was our determination to get plastered that the first drink of the day was hot spicy cider from Borough Market. It was the only alcoholic drink we could find at that time of the morning. I'd also taken a few pills, God knows why. It was a terrible idea and never done it before or since at a football match. At 6ish I found myself in the Gun Inn by Liverpool Street station, I was coming down big time and also starting to sober up. I wasn't in a good mood.
The pub had a big screen up and a few TVs dotted around and were showing a cup game between Fulham and Man U. Man U were winning and this made my mood even blacker. I heard a voice behind me "Oy mate. Move out the way". I didn't realise that they were talking to me so remained where I was. A few seconds later.."Oy. You with the Brighton top wrapped round your waist. Move out the way". I turned round and three lads were sat on a sofa glaring at me. "Who's your team?" I asked. "Man United" came the reply. The red mist descended.
"You know they're playing at Fulham, don't you?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Because Fulham's in London and so are we."
Still glares from them and I lost it completely. "If it bothers you that much that you want to watch your team then buy a f*cking ticket and go and f*cking watch them for real. I've just seen my team lose to f*cking Orient and I hardly recognised anyone playing for us. To make matters worse, we had McGleish gloating at us and it looks like we'll be f*cking relegated so excuse me if I don't f*cking move for a load of plastic premiership fans who can't be f*cking bothered to watch their team when they are playing a few miles away."
I then turned my back on them thinking that my drink-induced gobbiness and hatred of Man U had really got me into trouble this time. A minute later, I felt a tap on my shoulder and I feared the worst. I looked around and a bloke with a shot glass was grinning at me. "We're West Ham fans mate and that was the funniest rant we've ever seen. This is on us."
It's my favourite not because of the game, that was awful. Russell Slade's first match in charge, a squad full of loanees with El-Abd and Fraser as the only players that I recognised. McGleish scored (of course) and boy did he let us know it. We looked dead and buried with relegation a certainty. It's my favourite because of what happened afterwards.
I'd been drinking all day around London Bridge with a group of mates, such was our determination to get plastered that the first drink of the day was hot spicy cider from Borough Market. It was the only alcoholic drink we could find at that time of the morning. I'd also taken a few pills, God knows why. It was a terrible idea and never done it before or since at a football match. At 6ish I found myself in the Gun Inn by Liverpool Street station, I was coming down big time and also starting to sober up. I wasn't in a good mood.
The pub had a big screen up and a few TVs dotted around and were showing a cup game between Fulham and Man U. Man U were winning and this made my mood even blacker. I heard a voice behind me "Oy mate. Move out the way". I didn't realise that they were talking to me so remained where I was. A few seconds later.."Oy. You with the Brighton top wrapped round your waist. Move out the way". I turned round and three lads were sat on a sofa glaring at me. "Who's your team?" I asked. "Man United" came the reply. The red mist descended.
"You know they're playing at Fulham, don't you?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Because Fulham's in London and so are we."
Still glares from them and I lost it completely. "If it bothers you that much that you want to watch your team then buy a f*cking ticket and go and f*cking watch them for real. I've just seen my team lose to f*cking Orient and I hardly recognised anyone playing for us. To make matters worse, we had McGleish gloating at us and it looks like we'll be f*cking relegated so excuse me if I don't f*cking move for a load of plastic premiership fans who can't be f*cking bothered to watch their team when they are playing a few miles away."
I then turned my back on them thinking that my drink-induced gobbiness and hatred of Man U had really got me into trouble this time. A minute later, I felt a tap on my shoulder and I feared the worst. I looked around and a bloke with a shot glass was grinning at me. "We're West Ham fans mate and that was the funniest rant we've ever seen. This is on us."
Wasn’t it snow not rain that got that abandoned.
Return of the Rev
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That's the one,the swines were a little upset after that one,my dear old mum got punched!
Yes, I recall not being at school for the Walton midweek daylight game and safety reasons with the power cuts, still got to the Albion game though
. The Pompey game, they cam round in packs of thugs, looking for Albion fans and the walk back to the train station was horrendous as we were stalked all the way.
Whitley Bayster
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Right up there especially as they should have mullered us with all those pens but it ended up as being comical as a succession of penalty takers missed. Some shocking referring that game it was unbelievable. It has to be some form of record either for the most penalties in one game or the most missed
DerekZoolander
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- Aug 15, 2011
- 175
I seem to remember really enjoying losing at home to Wigan around middleish 2000s, can't remember the year apart from it being my birthday and being about 13 at the time.
Being 4-0 down in ridiculous time, but they had Nathan Ellington, Jason Roberts, Jimmy Bullard and Graham Kavanagh absolutely running things and remember it just being so good to watch.
Ended up scoring twice to make it 4-2, so a slightly more respectable score line too.
Being 4-0 down in ridiculous time, but they had Nathan Ellington, Jason Roberts, Jimmy Bullard and Graham Kavanagh absolutely running things and remember it just being so good to watch.
Ended up scoring twice to make it 4-2, so a slightly more respectable score line too.