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Post by miamigas on Aug 16, 2015 5:35:46 GMT
I think I can remember my first day at kindergarten as a 3 year old, I think I can remember my 4th birthday. I might be very wrong 'cos the mists of time cloud your memories, BUT I cannot remember a time when I was not a Bristol Rovers fan. They are part of me, part of my makeup, and I consider myself a very lucky person to be able to say so. UTG!
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Post by beaver132 on Aug 16, 2015 7:22:02 GMT
Too young and too long ago to remember exactly. Eastville around 1970 ish. Crowd waiting for one last player "haroooold" "harooold" dick shepherd sliding through the mud to clear the ball, sliding out to what seemed the half way line. The small of gas, chocolate bar (pink panther) at half time, the little perforated tickets for the time of. The first corner etc. Everything!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2015 8:13:19 GMT
Since my Mother spread her legs
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Post by pirateman on Aug 16, 2015 16:57:45 GMT
Oddly a 0-1 loss to Leyton Orient at Eastville (late 60s) I had been to ashton a few times, saw Rovers win there once and was impressed by Harold Jarman. But it was after Rovers beat Bolton away in the cup which was quite impressive, I ventured to Eastville. Even though we lost, the atmosphere in the Tote had me hooked. UTG
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Post by BishopstonBRFC on Aug 17, 2015 19:36:39 GMT
Our win vs Everton in the League Cup on pens. Could barely see the pitch as I was 11 and the Blackthorn was absolutely rammed. Marcus Bignot's equaliser was an amazing moment.
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Post by lympstonegas on Aug 18, 2015 7:10:00 GMT
Rovers 3 Bury 1 at Eastvillle 1967/8 after Alfie Biggs scored - hooked and had my first gas hero
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Post by eastville1966 on Aug 18, 2015 9:29:34 GMT
Has to be my first ever match v. Swindon in 1966. I was 6 years old and my Grandfather (who lived in Eastville) bought tickets in the South Stand for my cousin and myself. Mum knotted a blue and white scarf and a bobble hat for me, Dad bought me a rattle and my Grandfather bought me a rosette and programme at the ground. The ticket was on the mantelpiece for a few days and I remember gazing at the ticket every day in anticipation. Won the match 3-0 and the South Stand seemed to sway with the noise when we scored. Magical times for a young lad. Spent the next few years badgering my Dad to take me to every home match. Not overly successful but I think we managed one a month until I was able to go on my own. Fast forward until 2012 when I took my own son to his first match. Hopefully he will look back on that with the same degree of affection as I.
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