Downbound Train
Dec. 14th, 2025 09:04 pmWith a long queue for the turnstiles, a steward told those of us at the back to walk round to the ones along the side behind. That helped get us into the ground before kick-off but meant walking all the way round once on the inside. At least that allowed me to exchange waves with mascot Sally Seagull, whose costume head was adorned with a blue Santa hat.
The serving hatch at the near side of my stand was closed. (Natch.) I plodded on to the one at the other end, and, as the teams were lining up before kick-off, reached the front to be told they had no sausage rolls. I had to make do with a chicken balti pie and a bag of crisps.
My seat was on the aisle, in the adjacent block to the Brighton Samba Band and their followers who kept making plenty of noise from beginning to end. An injury to Chiamaka Nnadozie meant fringe England keeper Sophie Baggaley turned out between the sticks for Brighton, and on today’s display she staked a pretty strong claim to keep the shirt. She pulled off a string of super saves and it looked like the She-Gulls might go in on level terms until just before the break Sandy Baltimore put the visitors in front with a beautiful curler into the far top corner.
While my allegiance is with Brighton, seeing Chelsea’s stars like my Queen Lucy Bronze, Lauren James and Millie Bright in the flesh was still a thrill. Sam Kerr came on for Chelsea at half-time, and harried the unfortunate Caitlin Hayes into heading into her own goal from a cross. Sophie Baggaley made saves from Kaptein and Kerr.
Fran Kirby’s return to action as a 70th minute substitute gave the Brighton support a momentary feelgood burst but three minutes later Alyssa Thompson drilled home Chelsea’s third. That was how it ended.
Back at Gatwick there were very few eateries in the section of South Terminal adjoining the station. I got a Christmas Sandwich, a mince pie and a decaf mocha from Pret A Manger. The Portsmouth train was 18 minutes late setting off (a passenger taken ill on a train) (just realised I sound like Reggie Perrin there). By the time we got home the delay had grown to half an hour. £CHING! (Well, just over three pounds.)
Straight off the ferry and on to the town carol service.







