Brighton bawbags A Tues 29th Dec KO 6pm

[Redarmy]

20 points to go for safety. Love to have their No. 8 in our side. Reminds me of "Patrick V".

The fella in the red boots? He had a decent game.

Thats him, looked like he could do a job in our midfield

[mcdowell42]

20 points to go for safety. Love to have their No. 8 in our side. Reminds me of "Patrick V".

The fella in the red boots? He had a decent game.

Thats him, looked like he could do a job in our midfield

Yves Bissouma

[StuartL]

Yes would rather go with players like ESR who kept the ball well and showed decent movement last 2 games, Willian no energy or drive seen milk turn quicker than him.

Halfway to 40 points

Liked the shithouse tactics of taking it to the corner at the end. Many teams have done that to us over the years, take the win two on the trot.

The teamsheet Saturday night will be interesting.

I would have thought it was more sensible to just play it off one of them and get a corner, play it short and play it off them again for another corner, you could spend 5 mins just doing that.

Holding the ball with your foot on it is just inviting someone to launch a reckless “tackle” and get an unnecessary injury.

[LeftfootlegendGooner]

Another interesting fact about Brighton, as a nipper I was an industrial roofer and steel erector, anyhow, we were working in a place called Henfield which is about half hour from Brighton.

I could tell you five stories from my time there but this one resonates.

I was 18 and worked with a crew that were all 30 plus, there 8 of us staying away from home.

The story revolves around mad Willie (a guy that lived just up the road from me and had been in and out of Park Prewett, a mental hospital), he was a clever fella but also extremely fuckin mad, he could walk in a pub one minute and play the piano like Elton John but could start screaming about the men in his head talking to him the next.

Well on one particular week on the Friday when we were about to go home after Willie had had a particularly bad week it was decided that I should travel back with him, you see we had a transit with six seats and a car, so apparently the youngest lad who had a lot more of life left should go home with the nutter.

It was a two and half hour drive which consisted of Willie driving while repeatedly screaming "I'm gonna end it Charlie, I'm gonna crash this fuckin car and it will be over"!


So, wanting to live i spent most of the journey trying to convince him that he had a life worth living and his wife and children would really miss him, that he was a good person and life wasn't his to throw away.

I spent two hours pleading "please don't, please don't"

I was the most desperate agony uncle there ever was as he swerved the car all over the fuckin place.

Trouble was he lit a splif about half hour from home, tbf you couldn't see the road for the smoke and after about 15 minutes in and him repeatedly shouting "im gonna end it" I was as high as he was and I'm saying "do it, do it man, it will be beautiful".

The most bizarre and terrifying yet surreal two and a half hours there ever was.

Life is bizarre.

I think I knew his twin brother, Max (yeah! I kid you not "Mad" as Fukc Max) . Long Loooong time ago I had a summer job ( I was between my 2nd and 3rd year in Uni) an uncle who lived in Solihull told my parents he could get me a job 12 hr days then 12 hr nights week to week for 8 weeks driving this HUGE Cleaning machine in the Rover Car factory - No Tax and the equivalent of (these days £4k a week)..


There was this other person opposite me on 12 hr shifts apparently not too long out of the clink by the name of Max... a criminal and back then; early 70's covered in jailhouse tattoo's... spiders webs on his neck and stuff.

Everyone was afraid of him.

He used to run a Protection and Loan racket in the factory, which ran on the basis that as long as you paid your loan back to him on time you were protected and so wouldn't get damaged/striped/cut - Anyway for some bizarre reason he took a liking to me (No! Rodders Not (Thank the feck) in THAT Way)... I used to copy LP's for him onto cassette tape - for nowt naturally - but this one day just before 6am as I was taking off my overalls and putting them in my locker, he comes into the locker room with a duffle bag and says 'Hide this in your locker for me I'll get it back Tomorra's "

Not wishing to upset this crazy fuckka, I stash the duffle bag in the bottom underneath my overalls and a boots etc

Next morning - No Max!

3 days later at the end of my week (my 4th week of the supposed still no Max, I am walking out through the gate - It has security guards and all that type of thing, when a Jag pulls up the rear window rolls down and it's Max with 2 other "Geezers" - GULP Oh Fuckin Roonie...

He winks and says "Ere kid where's my tapes" I hadn't done any because he wasn't around... The blood drained from me, I thought I was going to faint.

Then he laughs and says "Look I can't go in there - the filth are looking for me, pretend you've forgotten something and get my bag from your locker" - he then looks at me very seriously and says "You have still got it?" I just nodded yes and went back in through the big double gates explaining to one off the security guys, I'd forgotten my wallet..

I get the bag, but by now I am sweating and shaking like a cold jelly ...

I get outside walk over to the car and hand it to Max through the half-lowered window without a word the window goes up and the car seats pulling away slowly... I am walking away towards the bus stop to join the queue, when these 5 police cars and 2 vans go speeding by with Sirens and lights going...I turn and look and they have boxed the Jag in and all hell is breaking loose with armed Police and Police with Alsatians surrounding the car...


First the driver gets out hands up in the air, then the other passenger.....I then see Max get out and he lunges at one of the policemen with a wild punch...the last I see of him is 2 policemen have got him from behind trying to wrestle him to the ground and cuff him.. but he actually throws himself forward and tries to bite one of the dogs...

To cut a long story short, I ended up being arrested & questioned...thank feck they believed me when I said I didn't know what was in the duffle bag (Charlie, Money and a f'ing gun)


I had to give evidence for the crown etc..

And why oh! why? Do I share this?


Max was from Brighton.

I kid you not.

Great story fella, brilliant, I bet you wished you'd had a handful of that money

Mad Willie used to walk around our street in a monks habit with the sandals and all, funny thing is I was drinking with two of my best mates recently and I mentioned him, he had got himself a young girlfriend (years ago) probably twenty years his junior, a nice bint, then my mate will says "yeah that was my ex" from some years later, I didn't even connect it, he died in his late forties ,for all his problems i liked the guy, mad Willie.

[OneBardGooner]

Yeah! I've met some really Oddballs along my way, some you would never want to know because they were just nasty humans, but others who were' special' and had something good about them, even though you never knew what they might say or do next.


Back in the late 60's and early 70's there used to be a guy everyone called "Jesus" and he always ended up stark bullock naked dancing to the music in his head not what was going on on-stage.

He can be seen in the film of The Rolling Stoners in Hyde Park stood there starkers 'freaking out' even when the band were in-between songs. But apparently he lived in London and used to do Good Deeds for the elderly and dis-abled - without being paid or rewarded etc - He would often just kneel and pray in the middle of the street when the occasion took him. Hence Jesus.