Thank you for the best season in a long time and making my nine year old daughter proud to be the only Brighton supporter in her mothers house / mothers family / class / school / postcode area and probably county! (Herefordshire)
She is making me watch the game tomorrow...making me...making me.
The only way to make sure all your good work so far this season does not go to waste is to go out there and run yourselves into the ground for another 90 minutes or more
You are George Best reincarnated. You are up against mere mortals, who dream of having your ability. It is written in the stars that you will triumph and that god like status awaits you all.
Look at this face,
I know the years are showing,
Look at this life,
I still don't know where it's going,
I don't know much,
But I know I love you,
And that may be all I need to know.
I have, myself, full confidence that if all do their duty, if nothing is neglected, and if the best arrangements are made, as they are being made, we shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our goal, to ride out the storm of shoots, and to outlive the menace of Boro if necessary for years, if necessary alone.
At any rate, that is what we are going to try to do. That is the resolve of our squad - every man of them. That is the will of Sussex and the fans.
The team and fans, linked together in their cause and in their need, will defend to the death, aiding each other like good comrades to the utmost of their strength.
Even though points have been dropped to the opposition and all the odious apparatus of Burnley rule, we shall not flag or fail.
We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in defense,
we shall fight on the wings and midfield,
we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our box, whatever the cost may be,
we shall fight at the corners,
we shall fight on the free kicks,
we shall fight in the first minute and in the last,
we shall fight in the inevitable extra time;
we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this team were subjugated and starving, then our club would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the play offs, and with all its power and might, steps forth to promotion and the liberation of joy.”
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon St. Serenidus & Serenus's day
"You've got to hold and give
But do it at the right time
You can be slow or fast
But you must get to the line
They'll aways hit you and hurt you
Defend and attack
There's only one way to beat them
Get round the back
Catch me if you can 'cos I'm an Albion man
And what you're looking at is just the master plan
We ain't no hooligans, this ain't a football song
A seagull on my chest I know we can't go wrong."
Fight on to the end, boys. A victory tomorrow will secure your names in the history book, and please, don't sit back! Victory gives us tons of advantages. Bigger wages for you, something the fans will fondly reminisce even after everyone of you have died! So go out boys, and battle with all your hearts, guts and passion