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I can't wait until we mark our tin pot league win ..... in December 2044. See you up Whitchurch Sports Centre (if it's not under the sea by then, global warming and all that). Flinty, Frankie, Waggy, Joe B, Korey, Packy, Albie, Pembo, all the lads are coming - but Cotts only if he stops sulking (and tells us all what really happened, Aug 15) and Ayling, only if behaves himself and doesn't spend the evening looking at blokes todgers and laughing. Not in Whitchurch. Apologies: Cunningham and Freeman, washing their hair; and JET'll be chilling up London. Jon L hopes to be there to represent his father, RIP, but might have to attend a Europa League Winners club owner annual meeting to discuss the latest breakaway/pulltheladderup league in Beijing.

"Rovers have to up themselves" says some bloke called "Keith" on local radio Bristol. I think they are more than capable of this.

One nil down, two one up..... Apparently, this is an "upset" ?

Correct. Wael has plenty of money to spend in November, December, February and March. And April. Just not in January. Or June/July/August.

Poor bloke was so upset, cross even. We took 1800 to West Brom in the end, which is alright. With two successive promotions and then finishing 10th in L1 in 2017, their highest finish in the 92 in 17 years/since 2000, Rovers away support naturally went up. And they made a lot of noise about it. Now, as their form slumps and they are not winning much, the numbers melt away, and surprise surprise, they do not draw any attention to this. We can only keep putting the facts out there and hope that people resist the lies and the myths and the bullshit of The Few.

Thought it was 18 in a row?

Interesting. In the last 25 years - a quarter of a century - we have been to Barnsley 17 times. In the same time - 25 years - Rovers have played Barnsley once. So a new ground for many of them. But not for us. I wish the City fan upsetting himself in the build up to West Brom away, about our following there midweek, was on here reading all this. He has been taken in big time by there bullshit myth making.

"Loyal and Few" I think it is now...

Who did he say that to: Big Joe or Robbie Turner?

We did, though, have trains then. I wonder if they had enough interest for a motor coach, about 40 to 50, but insufficient for chartering a locomotive?

"He's only a poor little Tent, His flap is all tattered and torn, He makes me feel sick, When he pulls down his zip, And now .... "

This whole tent thing. Is it not time for us, now, to update, modernise, bring-into-the-21st-century our term of reference for them? We tip our hat to our forebears who - with a wit still unmatched by the dullards of Eastville (and Trumpton and the Memorial Ground) - called them "the gas" but recognising the appropriation since of said term by the witless Few (and their local media chums) now coin a new term of endearment acknowledging their evolution from noxious gasworks scruffy f*****s to scrapyard dwelling camping enthusiasts and label them: The Tent. And in so doing, enabling us to sing: "The Tent, The Tent: We gotta get rid of The Tent" (to which they will surely reply: "You'll never get rid of The Tent"). To us, to my mind, they are no longer The Gas; they are now: The Tent.

They managed three seasons of second tier football in the 90s, finishing higher than us in one of them. Around Easter '93 we beat them at AG and this helped relegate them shortly after. They have not been back to the second tier since. Rovers have only had three spells in the second tier (90/91 to 92/93; 74/5 to 80/81; 53/54 to 61/62) spending fewer seasons at this level each time. If/when they next reach this level, they'll do damn well to last more than one season in the Championship.

They managed four shots at goal this week. One of them the Burton keeper had to stop or it would've gone in the goal behind him.

Top League One Away Attendances today: 1. Plymouth 1285 (journey of 195 miles) 2. Bradford 1230 3. Southend 1037 4. Wycombe 792 5. Pompey 769 I imagine they are still counting at Burton, and today's top of the table will be adjusted and room made for you know who (travelling 125 miles today) as soon as the figures are in....

They are, though, literally, only losing by one goal. Every defeat. So when they start scoring....

And we had beaten Tottenham, home and away, in our two games with Spurs in the season before.

I think the "Steptoe & Son" theme tune might complement this rather well

I particularly enjoyed their prowed moment. Making Rovers prowed. Gas prowed.

I believe it was 3,570 or so. Three thousand, five hundred and seventy odd. There were that many in the East End alone for it's last hurrah in 2014 v Crewe (total attendance that day: 14, 477).

It's another example of their preposterous self-aggrandisment and delusion. "Stadium" originally tended to denote something big, bigger than other venues hosting the same sort of thing.

Our average in 2013/14 was 11,900. The first game that season, following relegation, was just under 14k v Bradford. SO'D soon brought that level of enthusiasm and "loyalty" down a bit - we didn't win a league game until October 26th. Wonder when Rovers last had a 14k crowd following a relegation?

If you have small home attendances and so no money and there is no-one remotely interested in giving you money, and therefore have an old, shite ground instead of what you long for ie a new, shiny ground, you console yourself by saying you have "soul," and you ease your bitter envy of your hated superiors/one-time-rivals by calling their shiny, new ground a "bowl." A "bowl" incidentally is a ground where the corners are filled in to provide enough seats for all the people that want to watch games at that ground. Rovers don't need a "bowl" or the corners filled in with seats (or tents).

Yes, absolutely. Because it is subjective, and you can say and think and convince yourself of anything that is unmeasurable and purely down to your own preferences. "We are loyal and true, they are fickle and get on their players' backs." Unlike objective stuff, like league tables and past playing record which no amount of gaslogic can twist to portray them as more "special" than us. They have nowhere to go with cold, hard and transparent facts like what division we are in respectively, how long ago it was that we played in the same division, that they were above us, who won the last time we played each other, who has played in the top division in England and who was relegated from the bottom one etc etc (mind you, they have a good go with away support coming up with all sorts of bollocks on that one, ie, shouting loud and long about their trip to QPR but not a word about Rochdale or Bradford in the past week!) So, instead, they concentrate on the grey area of what our respective support are like in backing the team, who sings more and has a "better" atmosphere and who is more "special" where you can say and think and convince yourself of whatever you want to believe. Anytime they win a couple and we lose a couple the "we're coming for you" is wheeled out, another fantasy that keeps them going for another week/month/season. Same nonsense. Same escape from reality into the softer realm of wishful thinking. If the roles were reversed and we were as shite/sad/odd/desperate/L1 as them, we'd have to do the same.

Indeed, inconsistency and hypocrisy in their arguments and standpoint abound. We know that it is all bitter nonsense, cobblers. It doesn't add up. Will they insist they stay at the Mem and boycott the new "bowl" should they ever somehow build a new ground? Will they ..... Every barb thrown our way by them - identity, bowl, franchise, plastic, corporate etc - has to be seen through the prism of their own desperate bitterness, their envy, their sense of worthlessness and general shiteness, in comparison with us. And their inability to do anything about it. If they were making a conscious, deliberate choice between remaining "old skool" and maintaining this imagined "identity," or modernising like us, and moving into the 21st century then we might take them seriously. But they are not choosing to be "old skool," they have no choice in the matter. They are stuck in the 1980s at the Mem, and quite frankly, bloody lucky to be there.