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I say my final goodbye to Dad today. Thank you for all the messages of condolence and sympathy, they've certainly helped. I'm also pleased that the story in the original post struck a chord with so many. I've had friends coming up to me, offering condolences while relating their own...

And the splashback could sometimes be... awkward. "Get that bloody board down..." Everyone smoked in the North Stand it seemed. Even those who didn't. The over-riding smells of the day... Goldstone - Cigarette smoke and rancid chip fat Gillingham - decay Withdean - curry sauce on chips...

Here's to a speedy recovery to the old fella...

It's imperative the club's DNA is kept going, and our story is told for future generations. Sounds like you're doing a fine job of that in the Telboy family. :bowdown:

Thank you. Excuse the bluntness, but... who are you? Sorry, I mean - if you're happy to betray your anonymity...

Someone told me that NSC can be a place of catharsis; of sharing, so I hope I can beg your indulgence and tell you a story of my Dad, me and The Goldstone Ground. I wrote this last year for the Goldstone Days evening at the Theatre Royal. Why am I posting this? My father, my mentor, my friend...