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Up the Albion!
It's about 8:30 p.m here in the fjords of Alaska. As I look out of the bridge window I can see salmon jumping & humpback whales blowing. This truly is an area of outstanding natural beauty.
What am I thinking of though? I'm dreaming of a promised land on the outskirts of Brighton. A place called Falmer where the football supporters of Sussex can flock to & watch their heroes in a stadium that they deserve. A monument to each & every one of those people that have been there through the dark days; from a crumbling old Goldstone Ground that we loved & was taken away from us, to the monotonous journey to Gillingham, which was usually miserable on the return home. Now from the years in the laughing stock that is Withdean, we may have what we have prayed for. A home. A stadium to support our team in, of which the whole county can take pride.
I'm wishing for a yes. COME ON!


What am I thinking of though? I'm dreaming of a promised land on the outskirts of Brighton. A place called Falmer where the football supporters of Sussex can flock to & watch their heroes in a stadium that they deserve. A monument to each & every one of those people that have been there through the dark days; from a crumbling old Goldstone Ground that we loved & was taken away from us, to the monotonous journey to Gillingham, which was usually miserable on the return home. Now from the years in the laughing stock that is Withdean, we may have what we have prayed for. A home. A stadium to support our team in, of which the whole county can take pride.
I'm wishing for a yes. COME ON!


