Life

Little did I know that the Summer of 1976 was the beginning of a lifetime affiliation to the beautiful game we call Football. I had to make a choice, Bristol Rovers or Bristol City? Coming from a family of split loyalties it was never going to be a foregone decision. From watching my first ever game, to kicking a ball around in the school playground, Follow my often humorous account of how I choose The Gas The highs.... The lows.... The music.... The fashion.... Matches to remember and Matches to forget. Following Bristol Rovers was never going to be a bed of roses but boy its been fun. And Im proud to be able to call myself a Gashead