Surprise Surprise: Two Goals In Four Minutes And A Lorra Lorra Disappointment
Liverpool 2-0 Brighton. A Gross own goal, an Isak finish four minutes later, and nine hours of clean sheets gone in the time it takes to queue for a pie.
Every Albion game we have been to, home and away, written up by the people on the bus.
Liverpool 2-0 Brighton. A Gross own goal, an Isak finish four minutes later, and nine hours of clean sheets gone in the time it takes to queue for a pie.
Brighton 5-0 Crystal Palace. Three goals before ten past two, a Diego Gómez effort from the halfway line, and our biggest win over that lot since 1956.
Brighton 4-0 Kauno Žalgiris. Rutter twice, Hinshelwood back, O'Riley off the mark, and an eighteen-year-old debutant who needed one touch to make an assist.
Sunderland 0-2 Brighton. De Cuyper, then Hadjam in stoppage time with ten men. A proper away day in a city that deserves better press than it gets.
Brighton 3-0 Arsenal. Gross, Kostoulas, Chema Andrés. The champions came for a record and went home with nothing, and even 3-0 flattered them.
Coventry 0-5 Brighton. Five goals, a red card, and a Lewis Dunk rocket that belongs on any goal of the month shortlist. Parked by the ground with a view I'd pay for.
Brighton 1-1 Leeds. A first half so bad we looked like the away team at our own ground, and a club-record centre-half to rescue it.
Chelsea 4-3 Brighton. Three down inside half an hour, then a comeback that nearly happened. And João Pedro somehow scored for both teams, which sums the whole afternoon up.
Brighton 4-0 Aston Villa. Four goals in 31 minutes, a red card, and away fans heading for the exits before the half-hour mark. Opening day done properly.
Brighton 3-0 Chelsea. Kadioglu, Hinshelwood, Welbeck. Five straight league defeats without a goal — Chelsea's worst run since 1912.
Five added minutes, a Rutter curler in the 95th, and 61,000 Spurs fans staring down at the league below.
Burnley 0-2 Brighton. Left foot. Right foot. Job done. Burnley's 20th defeat, and a reality check for Roberto.
Brighton 2-1 Liverpool. Danny Welbeck, twice. A sunny Saturday at the Amex, and four wins in five.
Forty-eight people, three minibuses, 676 miles, and a Yankuba Minteh goal against his old mates up north.
We were the better team for ninety minutes. Then we lost to a deflection off an elbow. Football doesn't care.
Brighton 2-1 Nottingham Forest. Three goals in fifteen minutes, then 75 minutes of chewed fingernails. Welbeck hits double figures. Again.
Nobody gave us a prayer. We won 2-0, kept a clean sheet for the first time in ten games, and Fabian put the keyboard warriors back in their box.
Liverpool 3-0 Brighton at Anfield. Cup run over. No romance. No upset. And then the league table gave us the five stages of grief in three seconds.
No waiting in the rain. No sitting next to strangers. Bespoke pickup and drop-off travel for supporters heading to watch Brighton.
For 97 minutes Brighton solved the puzzle. Structured. Mature. Then Beto's final kick ripped it all away. Football's brutal, indifferent punchline.
Fulham 2-1 Brighton. Ayari thunderbolt. VAR-disallowed Welbeck. Harry Wilson free-kick in the 93rd minute. Football is pain.
Brighton 1-1 Bournemouth. 18-year-old Kostoulas lets fly with an overhead kick in the dying minutes. Pure Amex magic.
43 years after Gordon Smith's miss, Brighton walk out of Old Trafford 2-1 winners. Gruda and Welbeck finally settle the score.
The night we took points off the oil barons and lived to tell the tale. Mitoma brilliance, Verbruggen heroics, Haaland for once not enough.
Chelsea 1-3 Brighton. Down early, red card turning point, two late Welbeck goals. Stamford Bridge? More like Stamford Crumble.