Little did I know that the Summer of 1976 was the beginning of a lifetime affiliation to the beautiful game we call Football.
I had to make a choice, Bristol Rovers or Bristol City?
Coming from a family of split loyalties it was never going to be a foregone decision.
From watching my first ever game, to kicking a ball around in the school playground,
Follow my often humorous account of how I choose 'The Gas'
The highs.... The lows.... The music.... The fashion....
Matches to remember and Matches to forget.
Following Bristol Rovers was never going to be a bed of roses but boy it's been fun.
And I'm proud to be able to call myself a 'Gashead'
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