The gent from Hemel Hemstead who adopted Bristol City as his team. Could be heard one-man chanting, ranting and raving (in a moderate way) from his seat in the grandstand in the 1980's, much to the bemusement of the majority within earshot. As a young impressionable teen at the time I grew up thinking this was normal behaviour. I don't so much mean the ranting and raving just the bit about coming from the big smoke to indulge every fortnight. Oh and those weekly letters in the Even