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I drive a Rolls Royce Cause it's good for my voice Children of the Revolution by T Rex

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A few spring to mind... Jimmy Case being sent off (was it against Leicester?) for timewasting when taking a corner but he was pleading his innocence because of his deafness and hadn't heard the ref's whistle. Again Jimmy Case, an evening game I think (maybe Swansea at The Goldstone) and there...

Of interest to no one I'm sure but when Grealish played for us and I was just getting into the Albion, Grealish's wife was my mum's advisor at Barclays Bank in Lewes. She got me a signed picture of him which was my first football souvenir and I kept it for years til I lost it when we moved.

I concur 100%. And stay looking cool on the touchline Gus. When we scored yesterday how f***ing cool did he look? How many fans of other clubs would love to have our FLAIR manager let alone our players?

I was there - I had recently got back into following the Albion and had been taking my sister along to get her away from becoming a Man Ure fan. I seem to remember Stapleton not having the pace to get to a cross at one point and he looked up into the north stand with a look that said he had just...

Not Albion but Mark Bright always sounds questionable on tv...in between stuttering, not pronouncing his r's and talking way too fast in the commentary box

Unfortunately not in person but with Channel 4 still on and she was presenting... Charlie Webster

"I love the Pope. I love seeing him in his Pope-Mobile, his three feet of bullet proof plexi-glass. That's faith in action..." - Bill Hicks The Pope can piss up his kilt btw.

Noise wise Posh and Southend are always the ones I love with the roofs turning the singing up to 11. One of the best atmospheres was Northampton away a few years ago singing "Ooh what a feeling" at the steward who looked like Lionel Ritchie. I don't know why that stands out - was just one of...

Any siren/alarm/phone ringing just as your little one has dropped off. Especially when the time the little one drops off dictates the amount of time you have to knock a cheeky one out before the mrs comes home from an evening shift.

I go for a long walk out in the countryside with a rucksack full of beers and the Ipod on. As the beers take effect and I start sorting my mind out the need to sing as loud as possible takes over and I forget my troubles. Where else but down a country lane can you drink, sing, dance AND write...

A babbling brook or any water gently flowing along out in the countryside

Brighton's very own...