In an obtuse kind of way, without Archer and his cronies doing their best to try to destroy our club, they could of done us a favour, if we still owned the Goldstone then we almost certainly wouldn't have obtained planning position to play elsewhere, so yes, no Falmer.
No Falmer no Premier...
All of those memories, plus my own, make me realise how much going to a football match has changed over the past quarter of a century.
Do l prefer the old full fat, or the new more sanitised version? . . . I'm honestly not sure is the answer.