Were any other Bluemooners at the old Goldstone Ground in 1983, when Brighton hosted City in the FA Cup? We got pasted 4-0, and John Bond said "I can go no farther with this side", and resigned shortly after. The disastrous John Benson took over and we went down after the Luton game (sodding David Pleat).
I remember it well, as Peter Swales gave me a lift from Gatwick airport to the ground in the City directors' minibus. (I've never heard so much ill-informed football chat)
We were abysmal that day. A miserable journey home.
Happy days. Not.