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There was definitely something a bit magical about Gillingham. It felt like you were in some kind of special, slightly mad club. The football was ATTROCIOUS, but it was important to stick with them. I remember the bad games over the good. A 3-1 defeat to Scunthorpe (I left at half time) and...

I was camping on that grim, wet, windy Wednesday last week. Many tents around us were destroyed, but we hunkered down, grinned and bared it and everything felt a little more rosy when we came through it. Gillingham was exactly like last Wednesday