Seagull on the Hill
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- Jan 22, 2022
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That is my favourite Brighton / Ipswich memory. It doesn't show the surge in the North Stand after Wilkins goal that 'forced' many of us on to the pitch (up to the half way line in some cases ).
There is a longer video of a lot of that game somewhere on youtube, or at least there was. The standard is dreadful. A totally different game to the beautiful football I'm expecting tomorrow between McKenna and Hurzeler.
d) Seeing them escape from the Nazi’s after giving them a great game, drawing 4-4 despite some dreadful refereeing.My three favourite Ipswich memories are:
a) Going to Portman Road and seeing Gary Stevens score a goal with a rasping pile driver from what I want to say was about 25 yards (but it might have been closer).
b) Seeing Ipswich come to the Goldstone in a midweek League Cup game (I think) and watch Kevin Beattie produce a master class of overlapping attacking football (for a defender), and thinking Wow this bloke is brilliant!
c) Watching Ipswich beat Arsenal at Wembley to win the FA Cup. (I got a ticket via Bognor Regis Town in the days when the FA member clubs used to get more tickets for their volunteers).
I ended up on the half way line, dancing like a maniac. That Bovril didn't taste right.That is my favourite Brighton / Ipswich memory. It doesn't show the surge in the North Stand after Wilkins goal that 'forced' many of us on to the pitch (up to the half way line in some cases ).
There is a longer video of a lot of that game somewhere on youtube, or at least there was. The standard is dreadful. A totally different game to the beautiful football I'm expecting tomorrow between McKenna and Hurzeler.
In my case it was probably 5 pints of Hurlimann in The Edinburgh.I ended up on the half way line, dancing like a maniac. That Bovril didn't taste right.
I`m about 3-4 years younger than you but totally remember the feeling you described , 6 and a half days a week everyone followed a big team ( in our group there were 2 Leeds 2 Chelsea and 1 Liverpool ) but for a few hours on Saturday we would turn up at The Goldstone , pay our money and sing our lungs out ....Crazy . But we were all supporters not followers , so maybe not so bad .I'm 5 years older than you and I remember the shit potless time only too well. We were a middle div 3 side when I first went to the Goldstone in 69. Playing in front of quite decent crowds of 12,000 to 14,000. Alex Dawson, Willy Irvine.....but we had no money.
After a decent manager left us for Birmingham poor Pat Saward had to launch a public appeal for transfer funds. It was all very tin pot and shite.
No wonder that in 1970 when I was in year 2 at HGSB, all the boys rocked up in September with new school bags that were club branded - Chelsea, Leeds, Arsenal, Liverpool.....and these were lads that would watch the Albion. We NEVER discussed the Albion at school. Not then.
It was as if were were not a 'proper' club. Absolutely no chance of competing with the big boys. The idea was absurd.
And last season I went to Amsterdam to see us beat Ajax in the equivalent of the EUFA cup. The one that Leeds, Newcastle and Liverpool played in when I was a boy.
Something in my eye.
Oh I remember that. I was in the North Stand and I ran on the pitch when Wilkins scored. I'd never done it before, I'd saved my pitch invasions till the end, but I just got carried away. When I got past the penalty area I remember thinking "What am I doing? I'm 34 years old and I'm running on the pitch like one of those 'Parka Kids' at Hereford!" I headed back!That is my favourite Brighton / Ipswich memory. It doesn't show the surge in the North Stand after Wilkins goal that 'forced' many of us on to the pitch (up to the half way line in some cases ).
There is a longer video of a lot of that game somewhere on youtube, or at least there was. The standard is dreadful. A totally different game to the beautiful football I'm expecting tomorrow between McKenna and Hurzeler.
I think he is probably busy preparing for his daughter's big day but I'm fairly sure @Lenny Rider will be able to confirm the identity of the gorilla as they would have gone up on the same coach where, if I remember correctly, Lenny was dressed as Elvis.I remember being at Portman Road to celebrate our relegation and had a bleedin' gorilla jumping up and down in front of me the whole match so missed most of the action!! Are you that gorilla??
It's a flange of baboonsIt's a whoop, Baldy, a whoop.
I can picture the geezer, but must be age kicking in, can’t remember his name.I think he is probably busy preparing for his daughter's big day but I'm fairly sure @Lenny Rider will be able to confirm the identity of the gorilla as they would have gone up on the same coach where, if I remember correctly, Lenny was dressed as Elvis.
You were Elvis that day (?) or was booze playing tricks with the old peepers?I can picture the geezer, but must be age kicking in, can’t remember his name.
The flushes of youth, if you recall Donkey old boy I was detained outside the pub, they actually gave it you have the right to remain silent but anything you say can be used in court etc etc, and several Diamond Whites in I replied “You can’t arrest me, I’m the King of Rock,n,Roll.“
Thankfully it all got sorted out
I was indeed. When they asked me about making a phonecall I wanted to ring PriscillaYou were Elvis that day (?) or was booze playing tricks with the old peepers?
PB?Fair comments. And an insight into often shit, potless, times for us even before the land thief.
Thank fck for DK and PB.
The club bought Bert Murray with the fans' donations.I'm 5 years older than you and I remember the shit potless time only too well. We were a middle div 3 side when I first went to the Goldstone in 69. Playing in front of quite decent crowds of 12,000 to 14,000. Alex Dawson, Willy Irvine.....but we had no money.
After a decent manager left us for Birmingham poor Pat Saward had to launch a public appeal for transfer funds. It was all very tin pot and shite.
No wonder that in 1970 when I was in year 2 at HGSB, all the boys rocked up in September with new school bags that were club branded - Chelsea, Leeds, Arsenal, Liverpool.....and these were lads that would watch the Albion. We NEVER discussed the Albion at school. Not then.
It was as if were were not a 'proper' club. Absolutely no chance of competing with the big boys. The idea was absurd.
And last season I went to Amsterdam to see us beat Ajax in the equivalent of the EUFA cup. The one that Leeds, Newcastle and Liverpool played in when I was a boy.
Something in my eye.