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To be honest... I'd personally like you to go out of business and never come back. And thats genuine. A lot of fans would disagree with me because they enjoy the derbies but personally I dont see the point in playing one. 120 years says that we are the superior team and you are the poorer relations. We would have nothing to prove by playing and beating you, and your nausiating fans would only try and find a way to claim a moral victory... ( we were louder than you.. We took a bigger percentage of our home attendance to you... Most of the country wanted the gas to win...Theres always something) i just dont see the point. I personally think that with the set up and playing squad we now have, we should be looking at leaving Rovers behind for good... Because lets face it, the only time we've ever played you is when we've been underachieving.

They only joined the league last year.

It's either Spain or Brazil

....frick off, preferably to the Toolstation League

In all honesty I think you`re right you have been `lucky` up to now but the same could be said of us to an extent. I think your problems will be that you don`t have a big squad and if you lose Taylor you will be royally ******. On a purely personal note and I don`t expect I`m in a majority but I`d be happy if we never played you again - I hate derbies with you lot and always have, I don`t really know why. I do thoroughly enjoy the way your club just stumbles incoherently from one embarrassing disaster to another though so I wouldn`t want to miss that.

Come on, that wasn`t a security hut it was a building site toilet

The straw clutching those bells have to employ to make themselves feel even remotely on a par with us speaks volumes. Facts don't lie its almost like having a better league position for over a decade, better facilites by miles, better attendances averages home and away for years, richer owner who has an obvious future plan for us, better players, a club that wont disguise a security hut as a Santa's grotto or turn up a bring-and-buy stall to a professional University trade fair pales into insignificance because they beat Cardiff in the league cup early round which apparently $hits on us losing to them in the league. Honesty only these munters would entertain that logical stance of one upmanship. Honestly!.

Genuine question for you. City not going up or down, Rovers not going up or down. So this time next year you still going to come on here and continually spout the same constant boring banal bollocks?

Pathetic reply. Don't know why you're referring to 100 years, as there were plenty of big games in the 70's. You sound rather bitter about our success, but then you would, wouldn't you?

What's this 100 years shit?

Welsh for Bristol Rovers is Shyttytwmlyngbwstwrdswppwrtrs

But of course when we beat Scunthorpe and they got thumped by them "it don't meen anyfin shited"

The buggers have monged a last minute win again!

Hilda Ogden RIP With the sad passing of national treasure Hilda Ogden another chapter closes for those of us whose formative years were dominated by curlers, floral pinny’s and sagging nylons. But many football fans in Bristol remain blissfully unaware that were it not for a cruel twist of fate the steely skills of Hilda’s rumbustious husband Stan may well have graced Eastville Stadium during my glorious reign as Rovers manager. The story began in January 1955 when, as usual, we were desperately unlucky to lose 3-1 to Chelsea in the 4th round FA Cup in front of a 35 952 crowd at Eastville. Our President at that time was his excellency The Duke of Beaufifa the renowned social climber who had recently suffered a devastating rejection by the influential “Cleveden Set” because he didn’t have an entry in Burke’s Pierage. He did however have contacts at Chelsea and was able to persuade their manager Ted Drake to fly down for a clandestine meeting with me at the George Inn Slimbridge. In typical Rovers fashion we were looking for players on the cheap and as Ted was blessed with a large squid he kindly agreed to lend us two of their most promising youngsters. So the following Monday I found myself greeting Stan Ogden and Len Fairclough on the platform of Stapleton Road station and whisking them away to our training center which was a patch of waste ground behind the Black Swan. What a joy it was to know that I should soon be practicing my craft alongside such thoroughbred athletes with their finely tuned posture and bulging wallets. Sadly that was as far as it got. When Paddy Hale and Dai Ward found out what the new lads were earning they quickly organized a boycott of training till the whole squad had equal wages which of course was out of the question given our President’s lack of readies. It was a dilemma which caused me a few nights of sleep deprivation and Miss Givings as well but fortunately Ted Drake came to the rescue. He telephoned to recall the players saying they had complained about being accommodated in tents and training in a pub car park but at least we were now being put on their list of “special clubs” which I took to be a tremendous honour. Chelsea went on to win the league and we didn’t but following their experience with us neither player was ever able to pursue a serious career in football again. Stan Ogden married Hilda and later shot to fame on national TV while Len Fairclough eventually became chairman of Bristol Rovers.

One last point, Engvall needs to get fit soon. I think the fact we only have 2 strikers right now is hindering us.

Why not? When you read some of the rubbish on here. At least this thread makes me laugh, sometimes. As has been said many, many times. If you don't want to read it just skip past. Whats the problem?

What's Welsh for . Had her

Gone quiet on here.. LITTLE JOHNNY IS BACK: The teacher asked the class to use the word “fascinate” in a sentence. Molly put up her hand and said, “My family went to my granddad's farm, and we all saw his pet sheep. It was fascinating." The teacher said, “That was good, but I wanted you to use the word ‘fascinate,’ not 'fascinating'.” Sally raised her hand. She said, “My family went to see Rock City and I was fascinated.” The teacher said, “Well, that was good Sally, but I wanted you to use the word ‘fascinate’.” Little Johnny raised his hand, but the teacher hesitated because she had been burned by Little Johnny before. She finally decided there was no way he could damage the word “fascinate,” so she called on him. Johnny said, “My aunt Carolyn has a sweater with ten buttons, but her tits are so big she can only fasten eight!” The teacher sat down and cried.