Gert Mare

Apparently the watch is sentimental as he has had it since 28th October 2000. Tick tock

Always the victim.....standard default position.

Wally has got a nice watch, and he doesn't have a tinpot to piss in.....just saying.....

Good job the phone belonged to a player and not a fan otherwise having to be reminded of "The Shit" every time they went to make a phone call would have been too much to bear and they would have gone all "Aggro" on the phones ass!

The gift has taken

No of course because they don't care about The Shit and they are not jealous or bitter at all

Awwww.....no mention of Rovers in the same sentence as City, Angus Scott is a Ted......woe is us boo hoo.....case in point right there!

I think I know maybe one who is sensible and laughs and jokes about it and takes it all as good bants. The rest get pissy as ****!

According to GasLogic the latest one is to take our home attendances (to suit Sags let's just say it's 26,000) and then look at the 1400 we take away, then compare that to Rovers 8000 at home and 800 away. Therefore, the percentage of how many Gasheads go away in relation to their home support is markedly better than City's meaning that City fans are fickle and just like to attend home games whilst loads of Sags go to away games which make them more faithful and true and therefore a better club. I absolutely shit you not!!!!!

No, but it's the insane jealousy that they have. This game was all over the national news and in all of the papers. Everywhere they look it's all about the gurt Teds and they just want to blank it all out but they can't. To add to their pain the pundits are dropping in compliments galore about Bristol City which leave the sad Sags seething with rage. How can anyone compliment The Shit and not compliment the Sags as well?! In the mind of a Narcissistic Sag a compliment towards Bristol City is a direct attack on Bristol Rovers. They are plebs, tools, goons, neanderthals. This was direct focus on the Teds and they hated every second of it. Where promotion is concerned we are one of many clubs in the hunt. It's not "all about the shit" and how they are "Premier League club in waiting"....Oh **** me they really hated that one!

They had the gall to ridicule the defeat last night. You have got to laugh at them for the outpouring of total an utter green eyed jealousy. They must be so relieved that their torture is now over?!

Yeah, Stephen Merchant dropped that one in.

Their whole club is on one big Bogus Journey right now!

Oi!!!! Rovers wouldn't be where they are today if it wasn't for Bullseye!!!!!

Sixfingers Stadium, Turf Poor.

Blue Few You were not standing alone We thought no-one was about But 20,000's locked out

"Let's have a coffee"' - Ian Holloway Blackpool is missing an entire beach then?!!! According to them they came to Ashton Gate and took us in the KFC and we bricked it. Sorry Darrell, my hearing isn't too good....You did say you wanted to WALK my dog didn't you?

I'd say it was the period between 1986-1991 that the Sags had their most purple patch and they only picked up results against us by trying to break our players legs (Alexander v Smith) and spending 90 minutes hoofing it out of their box and ending up with luck like you wouldn't believe. 1987 Gary Smart for me was the most unbelievable one of them all. Instead of breathing a sigh of relief they had the gall to give it the big one like they were some footballing giant. Honestly, they were awful, the football was dire and non league and I don't know how they could pay money week in week out to watch that shite? But somehow they beat us and it was the cure for everything shit about their own pathetic existence. At Trumpton they were just as bad, yet they beat the shit and they were a massive club. Everything about their club is amateur and always has been. Infrastructure, facilities, team, set up, support, success. Tinpot, tinpot, tinpot. It turned in the 1990's and the luck ran out and they found their level. Still, the odd Gloucestershire Cup success and beating us in the Johnstone Paints somehow still managed to make up for everything. The ultimate goal of the fans is to beat the shit. Apart from that they are happy being a Ragass Ragbag Tinpot club and they get through years and years of watching downs league football with the hope that one day they will play the shit and fluke a win and then be a massive club again. How anyone can choose to support Rovers is beyond me? Potential fans are beginning to see the light these days though with the only new fans of Rovers being forced to support them by their obsessed and green-eyed parents. We know it's true and so do they.

1990 still gets to me. I have to admit. Beaten to the title by a bunch of misfits, non league players and journeymen. Bob Taylor injured at crucial time of the season, we'd been top all season, they beat us, stole the title, dressed up in City Div 3 Champions T-Shirts and rammed it down our throats for years (even though Martin Dobson famously came in and said "I'm gonna make Rovers into a footballing team" and promptly got relegated back to the 3rd tier emphatically). 2015 went some way to healing the wounds, but I for one will never forget how they went on and on and on and on and on about it. Which is why I now take delight at going on and on and on and on about "The Gift" in this massive thread. I can put up with them festering, but will be totally jubilant the day they go pop.

No, they really don't give a shit about the shit do they? They're certainly not obsessed with us like we are with them. More away fans, faithful and true blah de blah bollocks......

Yeah, it's not as if Blackpool is the sort of place you can go and make a weekend of it?! Unlike Gillingham of course!

Where was that? Up the Flower Pot?

They are all over social media again. Their relief that our 'bubble has burst' is off the scale. The thought of The Shit having a successful season has seen them almost taking a trip up the The Clifton Suspension Bridge to take a cordless bungee jump, but they are alive and kicking, almost balshy in their celebration of our perceived demise. Just goes to show that their obsession had reached unprecedented levels.