I came over for a game against Reading (sometime around feb) of that season. Lost 2-0, obviously. Flew back into Dublin that night, and had a 125 mile drive back home in the thickest fog I've ever seen. A nominal 3 hour drive took nearly 6 hours to complete. Got back in the door sometime around 4-ish, and fell into bed asking myself "what the fuck am I doing?" That really did test me.All the ones when Stuart Pearce was in charge
Brighton away FA Cup, lost 4-0. Those of a Doc Marten persuasion ended up in their socks due to over zealous policing if memory serves
Brighton away FA Cup, lost 4-0. Those of a Doc Marten persuasion ended up in their socks due to over zealous policing if memory serves
I came over for a game against Reading (sometime around feb) of that season. Lost 2-0, obviously. Flew back into Dublin that night, and had a 125 mile drive back home in the thickest fog I've ever seen. A nominal 3 hour drive took nearly 6 hours to complete. Got back in the door sometime around 4-ish, and fell into bed asking myself "what the fuck am I doing?" That really did test me.
Yep,....i spent the full weekend there on the piss.Brighton away FA Cup, lost 4-0. Those of a Doc Marten persuasion ended up in their socks due to over zealous policing if memory serves