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Post by newmarketgas on Jan 16, 2016 12:28:52 GMT
Dinsdale, you don't need to ignore, you are pretty well looked after by certain mods. ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png)
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Post by oldgas on Jan 16, 2016 12:31:32 GMT
I grew up in South Bristol but thankfully the first game I went to was The Gas v Aston Villa Must have been 1973/4 I only went because me and my mate a City Fan were at a loose end and wanted something to do! To think if it had been a week earlier or the one after I might have gone to see the other lot and ended up a POO HEAD like the rest of them--------- It proves There is a God and he wears the quarters!! I grew up in Avonmouth but went to Redcliffe school. Not surprisingly all my mates there were City fans and used to go on about them all the time. In the lunch time games they'd all want to be Galley, Garland etc. I was persuaded to go to a couple of matches. One of the lads lived just off Bedminster Road, so I used to ride my pushbike to his house, leave it there and walk to the red cess pit where we'd meet up with other class mates in the East End. I could never really get into it. I didn't like the EE, and most of the people in there seemed to be absolute twats. I was riding my bike home after one game and was riding along the flyover to drop down onto the Portway. There were about 4 youngish City fans on the footpath, and as I approached the dirty bastards hawked up and gobbled on me as I rode past. I didn't go to watch them again. there was one kid in our class, John Cowl, who was an out and out Gashead. He persuaded me to go to a Rovers game and I caught the train from Avonmouth to Stapleton Road station. As soon as I walked onto the Tote I knew I'd found my true calling! The fans were humorous, the Gas works were in full cry and that wonderful smell drifted across the ground. after about 5 minutes I was hooked, and have been a life long follower. My Dad had always been a Rovers fan, but had stopped going when we 3 kids were born. When I started to go he started to go again. He usually went in the South stand enclosure, and we'd meet up after the match to catch the train home. Happy days!
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Post by Hugo the Elder on Jan 16, 2016 12:43:02 GMT
That's what P's me off, when someone starts to look a bit silly, it's the old " Iam off out for the night" only to keep coming back and posting. I find this attitude far worse than having a good old ding dong and get things sorted. It seems some prefer to sneak around and wait for a chance to back stab, man up and debate like a man, not a little girl. Sorry i was going out, you will note i didn't post for two hours due to going out !!! i couldn't be bothered with it because you were not debating or being reasonable and all you do is be obnoxious and try and get a bite and well done you are very good at it. As for me looking stupid for misreading your post which was completely off point And nothing to do with what i was saying i thats what you think fair enough. You were the reason i left the forum for a year and its not because i do not want to debate its because of you Making my blood boil. Once something as insignificant as this forum makes you feel like that there is no point posting. Its good to have people with different views on a forum board basher or not. Maybe lets just ignore each other from now on for the sake of other users. Mods where is the ignore button ? Cant find it on my mobile? Not available on mobile format as far as I'm aware. Sorry.
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Post by Henbury Gas on Jan 16, 2016 13:29:22 GMT
I grew up in South Bristol but thankfully the first game I went to was The Gas v Aston Villa Must have been 1973/4 I only went because me and my mate a City Fan were at a loose end and wanted something to do! To think if it had been a week earlier or the one after I might have gone to see the other lot and ended up a POO HEAD like the rest of them--------- It proves There is a God and he wears the quarters!! I grew up in Avonmouth but went to Redcliffe school. Not surprisingly all my mates there were City fans and used to go on about them all the time. In the lunch time games they'd all want to be Galley, Garland etc. I was persuaded to go to a couple of matches. One of the lads lived just off Bedminster Road, so I used to ride my pushbike to his house, leave it there and walk to the red cess pit where we'd meet up with other class mates in the East End. I could never really get into it. I didn't like the EE, and most of the people in there seemed to be absolute twats. I was riding my bike home after one game and was riding along the flyover to drop down onto the Portway. There were about 4 youngish City fans on the footpath, and as I approached the dirty bastards hawked up and gobbled on me as I rode past. I didn't go to watch them again. there was one kid in our class, John Cowl, who was an out and out Gashead. He persuaded me to go to a Rovers game and I caught the train from Avonmouth to Stapleton Road station. As soon as I walked onto the Tote I knew I'd found my true calling! The fans were humorous, the Gas works were in full cry and that wonderful smell drifted across the ground. after about 5 minutes I was hooked, and have been a life long follower. My Dad had always been a Rovers fan, but had stopped going when we 3 kids were born. When I started to go he started to go again. He usually went in the South stand enclosure, and we'd meet up after the match to catch the train home. Happy days! Remember those days Oldie, much the same happened to be when my Big bro took me along for my first game some 50 years ago......
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2016 13:57:16 GMT
Sorry i was going out, you will note i didn't post for two hours due to going out !!! i couldn't be bothered with it because you were not debating or being reasonable and all you do is be obnoxious and try and get a bite and well done you are very good at it. As for me looking stupid for misreading your post which was completely off point And nothing to do with what i was saying i thats what you think fair enough. You were the reason i left the forum for a year and its not because i do not want to debate its because of you Making my blood boil. Once something as insignificant as this forum makes you feel like that there is no point posting. Its good to have people with different views on a forum board basher or not. Maybe lets just ignore each other from now on for the sake of other users. Mods where is the ignore button ? Cant find it on my mobile? Not available on mobile format as far as I'm aware. Sorry. At the bottom of this page there is a button "desktop" if you click on it you get the desktop version, go into settings and do it from there, once done click on the button "mobile" and you're back to mobile version.
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Post by inee on Jan 16, 2016 14:06:31 GMT
I grew up in South Bristol but thankfully the first game I went to was The Gas v Aston Villa Must have been 1973/4 I only went because me and my mate a City Fan were at a loose end and wanted something to do! To think if it had been a week earlier or the one after I might have gone to see the other lot and ended up a POO HEAD like the rest of them--------- It proves There is a God and he wears the quarters!! I grew up in Avonmouth but went to Redcliffe school. Not surprisingly all my mates there were City fans and used to go on about them all the time. In the lunch time games they'd all want to be Galley, Garland etc. I was persuaded to go to a couple of matches. One of the lads lived just off Bedminster Road, so I used to ride my pushbike to his house, leave it there and walk to the red cess pit where we'd meet up with other class mates in the East End. I could never really get into it. I didn't like the EE, and most of the people in there seemed to be absolute twats. I was riding my bike home after one game and was riding along the flyover to drop down onto the Portway. There were about 4 youngish City fans on the footpath, and as I approached the dirty bastards hawked up and gobbled on me as I rode past. I didn't go to watch them again. there was one kid in our class, John Cowl, who was an out and out Gashead. He persuaded me to go to a Rovers game and I caught the train from Avonmouth to Stapleton Road station. As soon as I walked onto the Tote I knew I'd found my true calling! The fans were humorous, the Gas works were in full cry and that wonderful smell drifted across the ground. after about 5 minutes I was hooked, and have been a life long follower. My Dad had always been a Rovers fan, but had stopped going when we 3 kids were born. When I started to go he started to go again. He usually went in the South stand enclosure, and we'd meet up after the match to catch the train home. Happy days! Apart from the ted bit i think thats similar to a lot of us my aunt took me ,when i was old enough to go with the lads my dad came along for the first time in years, and carried on going, and although we only spoke during a game when i passed him for a drink, it was nice he was there instead of in the pub. Had a giggle not brcause some filthy scumbag flobbed on you but because the spit bit it seems the only bit of behaviour the teds have kept up all these years dirty bastards
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