I remember that midweek game at the Withdean when Ishy smoshed one in from 30 yards.
I had this somewhat hard as nails girlfriend from Wallsend at the time, couple of convictions for ram-raiding cash machines when she was young and daft…nothing too serious, although one did involve a stolen JCB.
Anyway, I was working in the building trade at the time and she used to come with me…and work…on site!. So we coincided a job in Brighton with the game.
Midway point in the first half and someone literally cleared the (open air) stand with a fart from the pits of hell that would have put the Street End on Boxing Day to shame. I went off it, “someone needs raking out” etc etc and loads of other stuff your not allowed to say on here. When I turned round to sit down, there she was laughing her head off…
She’d had sausage and chips in The Evening Star earlier that evening, moaning her traditional northern head off at the “green bits” in the southerner’s sausages.