Three years ago I was a happy man, sitting in my plastic seat at Upton Park, being told when I could stand up and cheer, what I could and could not drink, and paying a kings ransom for the pleasure of it. And then I stumbled upon non league football, and more particularly, Lewes FC. A club with a big heart, who were punching above their weight in the highest level of non league football. Two games later I was hooked. Mixing with fans who enjoyed a beer and a view on the game that was as far from the sterile political lines that dominate our media today.
Two years later, with the club celebrating its 125th birthday they moved into the heart of the community with the adoption of a supporters-owned model. This is the story of that first season and the struggles that went along with it written as an outsider looking in on a very special football club.