The day finally arrived, at a time when all we needed was a big league game to save our season we were dealt with the hand of our Fifth Round FA Cup tie away to Brighton, but that's football I guess?
So off 5,000 of us headed to the south coast on a surprisingly beautiful February day. There was no repeat of the Tuesday night fiasco on the coach given we were in Lewes before 11. It's a nice town, if you're middle class and in your sixties, the look on the residents' faces when about 300 Cov fans searched far and wide for a Wetherspoons was nothing short of horrified.
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