Priestfield experience - For the benefit of Bigtomfu

edna krabappel said:

"The Businessman moved forward, with a silence about his footsteps that would have been quite unnerving, had there been another soul around to fear it. But there was no-one, with the exception of the Small Man, and not a sound but that of the raindrops now clattering the cracked and broken surface of the pavement.

The Businessman looked up at the crumbling brick facade above his head, the rusting metal window frames and cracked glass, the faded sign, hung only by three nails these days, on which he could make out only a trace of its former wording. T e Sea ull Li e 0898 00 6 9 offered a glimpse of better days in this unfamiliar part of the world, as well as news of last night's reserve game against Bury for only 48p per minute.

Without warning, a blue door swung open next to the Alb on C ub Shop. The screech of metal hinges that hadn't seen a drop of oil since 1989 echoed sharply down Newtown Road, disappearing off into the night behind Furniture Warehouse. 'Welcome', came a thin, reedy, unseen voice from inside. 'We've been expecting you'.

The Businessman flexed his fingers, releasing momentarily his tight grip on a shiny, black monogrammed briefcase with the letters WA embossed discreetly beneath the handle. Inside the briefcase: a drawstring velvet pouch containing the contents of the Businessman's small change jar. Before embarking on his journey that evening, he had carefully, silently, breathlessly, emptied the jar out on to his desk back at his remote estate in Lancashire, and, with an ever-heightening sense of anticipation, counted every last penny.

Fifty six pounds, and twenty five pence.

He'd sat back, triumphant. At last. It was done. All those years of relentless toil, and he was finally ready.

'Start the car', he'd said to the driver, with the satisfied smile of a man who knew he was about to unleash all manner of fury and loathing.

'Start the car. We're going to Hove'."

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Steve Foster said:

Wow - I wonder how many season tickets we sold each year. Had to be below 1,000. The only time in my adult life I didn't buy a season ticket was in the wilderness years at Gillingham. Went to about 1/3 of the home games - so, so, grim. The only non grim part was the gallows humour of the 1500 fans that attended. Whatever happens tomorrow it pales into insignificance compared to those horrid Gillingham years - I terms of results

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Gwylan said:

I was one. I've been a ST holder at the Goldstone, Priestfield, Withdean and the Amex - wonder how many of us can say that? 600 of us? 700?

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