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Should they ever meet again, Gash v Liverpool is now being hyped as the “We Are Always the Victims Who Attack Emergency Vehicles Transporting Injured Players to Hospital Derby”. Gert catchy.

Before we ride in on the highest horse imaginable re the Shrewsbury injury incident, consider this - Gash played Shrewsbury, who narrowly lost to Wolves, who play us next - ergo, it’s obviously all Bristol City’s fault...

Could be a bit short-sighted going on past loyalties - when John Ward joined us in ‘97 I’m sure there were a fair few City unhappy given his Gash connections but he managed to sort out the absolute state of our team that Jordan had gotten us into and somehow clinch a playoff place then won promotion in his first full season. Cotts is a very good lower leagues manager and would probably do a decent job so if the “Rag Ass Rovers” myth prevents him from turning things around at the Mem then it’s a great pity.

Fanta Claus is coming to town.

Box 1? Full name Bradshaw’s Snack Box 1 I assume?

Babestation still on in Santa’s Grotty, obvs.

Kick-starting the post-Darrell Clarke era with a huge odd-goal in three victory over the impressive 10-man and manager dismissed Cod Army with yet another not-a-goal by the deadly Nicholls, in front of a colossal 7,159 crowd that Billy the White Horse himself - NAY - all the punched horses in the world would not have been able to hold back - that only keeps them in the relegation zone by the rotten luck of being more ineffably crap than twenty two twenty fourths of the third tier? Why, there can only be one logical conclusion - Bristol Rovers are back, Bristol Rovers are back - whoa-oh! Whoa-oh!

Anyone see the list of the 100 Worst Passwords of 2018 was released yesterday? Reminds me of a recent online account I set up where I tried to use the passphrase: “BristolRoversares***.” I received a popup warning me I should pick a less common phrase, suggesting “Password” or “123456” instead.

Well done Mackems! When the Gash went ahead you wondered if it was that post-sacking bounce, but no, another defeat for the Rent Boys. Going down, Gastards! I like it when they beat the snot out of the Gasman...

Bit harsh, John Ward did a tremendous job at the scum a second time around after managing us. Always the victims, it’s never their fault. Gas scum.

Good question - given Nev’s personality and the fact club rivalries weren’t as intense in the 80s as nowadays, perhaps it was north-eastern solidarity in a foreign land type thing. They plan to see Sunderland play a continental side in a friendly. Possibly just within the bounds of credibility. What makes no sense is that Oz also cheers on Sunderland and even, IIRC, wears their scarf! No way would a boorish yob like Oz be the slightest bit interested in building bridges with the Mackems, even against the hated Germans. A low point in an otherwise excellent show.

In Auf Wiedersehen Pet, Pat Roach is slagging off Sunderland and Nev says “Aye, well they’re better than Bristol Rovers any day!” Pat: “Too right they are, but City’s my team - always have been.” Sadly he was pictured in an unspeakable shirt when the series was resurrected in the 2000s, but I think that’s what they call a continuity error.

That explains how Dobbin the panto horse became a ghost.

Shag-gy dog story...

The greatest gift they’ll get this year is life...

Not as high as you appear to be, Connor.

Garry Thompson or Paul Buckle please! Thanks for the memories, Dog Boy - Mansfield, Bath, Altrincham, Braintree, Barnet, Chesham, Barrow, Barnet (again). It’s been fantastic.

Extremely hypothetical I know, but if the Gash ever do get their new ground and they played us there, do you think we’d see a return to the types of buzzing allocations we used to get before they quit Beastville? Every time they’d come to our place we’d give them either the entire East End it at least a decent chunk of it while we’d get a measly few hundred tickets at Trumpton or Whorefield.

A tale of boobs, Jordan and no money - but enough about Katie Price, that should be the title of the Gas 2018/19 DVD.

I’m a big fan of the Vixens. Cracking goal by Ella Rutherford yesterday. Love Carla Humphrey. World Cup will be fascinating too - women’s football is finally getting the attention it deserves. I’m much more interested in the City women’s team’s fortunes than that stupid rugby team - pointless kick and clap nonsense. Some of the disparaging comments I’ve seen on various City FB pages about the women’s team have been downright disgraceful. Made by blokes who the ladies of the team would no doubt run rings around on the football field.

Calne is dangerously close to the chalk white horse at Cherhill Monument; wouldn’t want to inflict that lot on it.

That particular chicken was always going to come home to roost.

Yes, I don’t recall much cynicism along the lines of “Hang about, for every Ambramovich there’s been ten Venkys and Owen Oystens” - it was universal gloating and baseless predictions of world domination in next to no time. Scum fans are getting the owners they deserve and it’s an absolute joy to behold.

Feeling a smidge more enthusiastic I trust?

Well Hell froze over when Nicholls finally found the net...