Simply watch the Big Match revisited and take a trip back to March 1983, and our visit to Brighton in the FA cup quarter final.
WTF did you have to mention that game for maestro ? What a dreadful day, I sat in the back of a Toyota Celica with my knees up under my chin for that arduous journey all the way down to the south coast. Not only did we get beat, but there was a huge ruck after the game, bloody chaos ! Certainly one to forget !
Sh1t ground + sh1t result = sh1t day all round. I really felt the cup was ours for the taking that year as well.
I worked with a Seagull and thats all he banged on about for days. Trouble is he was 6feet 12 and ugly with it so I just grinned through clenched teeth. He's in Australia now so "**** off Neville you ugly bastard and get back to batty boy land".
