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Northern Exile
No not a parody on Jimi Hendrix's lyrics. These were words said to me that I had never heard at a Brighton game ever before - stood in the public concourse. A cleaner wanted to mop up a spilt drink. A cleaner at a football match! This sums up the amazing level that we have jumped to in our wonderful new home.
Mind you, in few years the museum should produce the 'old terrace live experience' (complete with realistic smells) of a crush barrier, crumbling concrete terraces, toilets with no roof comprised of corrugated iron sheets, and a length of gutter to pee in. To show the young ones how it used to be!
Mind you, in few years the museum should produce the 'old terrace live experience' (complete with realistic smells) of a crush barrier, crumbling concrete terraces, toilets with no roof comprised of corrugated iron sheets, and a length of gutter to pee in. To show the young ones how it used to be!
Thought you'd spilt in the bathrooms there or stood in some1 else's spillage. Was only a nipper but god can still taste that smell back in the day!