We were right round to the left, within two blocks of the Bristol fans, which were sectioned off. A mate was determined to grab the ‘Better luck next year, Brighton‘ sheet at the end, but it mysteriously disappeared before the final whistle.
Chippy's shot and goal was superb.
Mind you, Mark McGhee did say he'd rather be a lucky manager than a good one.
Away leg, we were all suffering from sunburn on the open terrace unless you were wearing a John Prescott mask, and the home game, we were drowned rats.
The Seagulls Special train...